From the outside
the museum seemed
quite ordinary
as I entered I was drawn
off to the right
where an entire wall
was hung with handmade quilts
there was one quilt
that stood out
as I approached
stitched together
from what appeared
to be a jumble
of patchwork pieces
every sort
of size and shape
colors that glowed
with vibrant greens
reds, yellows, indigos
entranced I stood awhile
taking it in
before I noticed
that the center was in motion
alive and pulsing
then I knew it was a dream
and I awoke
aware that I'd been gifted
with a image of my patchwork life
a work of seeming disarray
but held together
at the center
by this beating heart