slip

you know when sometimes,
something happens
and
things stop
for a moment and
then they just slip
easily
          simply
                      perfectly
into place.

sometimes just for one moment.
your heart stops
and
things just
feel
sort of
alright.

actually, pretty darn
                         good!

the simple quiet of working with fabric
under your fingers
and not
just any fabric.
but the real warmth and rawness of a natural fabric
unbleached
woven simply and finely and amazingly.

and not just any everyday plain fabric
but a fabric that
you
yourself
have made a design for
and printed
with ink
with your hands
and your heart
and your friends.

sometimes things just slip
into place and feel
just sorta right.

sometimes the quiet of the house
combined with the
background sounds
of the street and the music on the
music machine.
and the quiet in your head
helps things slip and fall
and
connect.