I found this poem in my Google doc. It was written June of 2010, just a draft. Two and half years later I add a bit.

 

Basement Cleaning

What is this?

What is that?

Do we need it here or there?

Do we need it any where?

Thank God it is gone!

I love the space..

The broom slides over this smooth place,

Revealing cement making room for grace.

Hope for saving,

is it true hope,

or false;

Obsession?

I have no time to sew,

Fabric has been long gone.

My time is spent holding my last; a boy,

I need space to think of what is really lasting,

No time to clean around

the lack of space

that gets rearranged

several times a year.

No time to be anxious

for the time, when I will have it.

To do with it,

what I have been falsely dreaming.

Grace and Hope come in for a visit.

The basement now sacred solicits,

Trust implicit,

commitment and love.. elicit.

Time to commit,

Time is for seizing

Basement care is soul cleaning.

DEMON Giant Squid!

IN our family, Giant Squid is a phrase we use to signal someone is off topic, changing the subject or just not listening to the conversation.  I have a conversation in my head.  I have a lot of preparing for our upcoming train trip to Michigan, and all I want to do is take pattern making lessons, and quilt with my friends, read the news, and a few other items. I have a Giant Squid in my brain trying to keep me off the topic of the upcoming events and its chores, reaching in with its monster tentacles DISTRACTING ME.     



I haven't done any dressmaking in 20 years.  I stopped making thinkgs for myself when I made a sundress that was the correct size on the package, came out 3 sizes too big, it went to a girlfriend.  I am afraid of these patterns. One seems to fit, but I don't want to risk it till someone is beside me who knows what they are doing. 

This morning Dave asked me about the conversation in my brain and I told him I was distracted.  He asked me to get busy on our train eye masks so we can sleep on the train.  I have 7 to make. I told him that to do that I would have to get into the large boxes under the stairs to find the black fabric and left over batting.  The drawers under the stairs also contain a few unfinished projects that would open up more conversations I don't want to have.  So he says, "Well if you are already entertaining Giant Squid, you might as well just go with it."   How is that for being helpful. 

Pretty Giant Squid aren't they?