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.