Vision unfolds.
Color and pattern
assemble,
change form,
then settle down;
ready to become real.
Fabric bought
here and there.
Shades and hues
are elusive,
having dwelled
only in thought.
Purchases placed
in a box beside
templates designed
late at night.
Inspiration surfaces
in that somnolent state.
Supplies gathered;
plans sketched on
an old yellow pad.
I close the lid
and slip the container
beneath the bed
_
that secret place
where dreams
like this wait.
© 1998 Anne Johnson
