Merridawn and Mei, a writer and a textile artist, both installation artists, are sharing their times and creating memories together, catching the moments with words and fabric.
The Year of 2023
From Mei
We chatted
There, a pair of pink boots,
here, a look with the smile,
we talked, thoughts and thoughts.
I laughed, so many little things,
you paused, so little time.
we signed, those old day and young memories.
when the sky cleared, the leaves fell,
the letter skipped,
sung with the threads.
From Merridawn
Mei makes me tea
on a wood box
like a child’s marble puzzle.
Tea in my childhood was called “brisk.”
She pours and drinks
quickly, her eyes
bright as night.
Driving home
the huge moon eludes
my camera.
I can cup it in one
outlandish hand.
Drink scent,
contain planets;
memorist
of the incandescent eyes.
From Mei
Hey you,
why don't we play?
to hide, to seek, to tag, to run, to catch, chase?
why don't we pretend?
to fly with bird wing, to dive with fish tail, to see through human mind, to travel all the land?
You nodded,
"let's pick up the pen."
From Merridawn
Mei makes me an expectation
Climbing stairs to the exhibit,
in matching shoes
everything good comes from the ground.
Even poor cucumbers who don’t know they aren’t beautiful!
Inside shapes cover the wall: lavender, peach, tulle,
cocoons I want to crawl into
so I can hide and also seek.
Her hands move as she explains
how circles duplicate,
her eyes on her daughter.
We go to the dance
where bodies that know they are beautiful,
move like skeins of yarn.
My dreams are expectations.
I open my eyes to stars
connected by a maze of string,
branches dipping
from trees.
We put the words together, connect with piano strings, and we invite more people to communicate with each other.
