my imagination leaves little to be desired

except a mute button every now and again.

when anticipating an event,

i can make something so big, so wonderful,

that reality has no hope of living up to my internal hype.

so, i do my best not to think too far ahead,

not to fill in the details of things that have not yet happened.

knowing that i was going to soon see

the new classic elite yarn headquarters,

i did my best not to dwell on the idea of it in advance at all.

so i loaded the car with cds, and a map

(no gps…old school…i know, but i like maps).

and here’s the thing. even i could not

have imagined it any nicer.

i knew a few names from e-mails

and each person i met was what i expected,

(turning my mind off completely is so not an option) only better.

the food was fabulous, the conversations engaging,

and i had a thrill walking, for the very first time,

up and down the aisles of a warehouse of yarn

as my imagination swooned with the possibilities.

(note that i do have a penchant for lower case letters. perhaps you’ve noticed…)

now, picture me

reluctantly leaving for the night.

there’s a wicker basket of ‘party favors’ by the door.

i’m touching each one of the felted key fobs trying to pick

only one color combo as they are all lovely

each saying  ‘CEY’ in felted letters

with a real little ball of

yarn sewn on.

except

there is one with ‘cey’ drawn across the front in a curvy lower case script.

ever so loudly

this one calls out, ‘take me home’ and i do

all the while feeling like they they’d known i was coming

and they’d baked a cake

just for me.

‘dwell’ taken from 2:22 of daniel.