i look through dyed shifu
into the sky
where a spruce and a maple
take up air space
and this morning
i'm threading heddles
guarded by my best friend
a long warp on my little loom
cotton for shifu
surrounded by the heat of northern summer
the colours of australia
tiny packets of threads
from roz's class
and my little hidey sack
how they look in the mottled summer light
this flax paper is waiting
my working into it's strong surface
a few things to think about
high summer
hot
stormy
insectful
blessed.
