All day long you sit and sew, Stitch life down for fear it grow, Stitch life down for fear we guessAt the hidden ugliness. Dusty voice that throbs with heat, Hoping with your steel-thin beatTo put stitches in my mind, Make it tidy, make it kind, You shall not: I'll keep it freeThough you turn earth, sky and seaTo a patchwork quilt to keepYour mind snug and warm in sleep!
Answers I kept my answers small and kept them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I letSmall answers be a bullwark to my fear. The huge abstractions I kept from the light; Small things I handled and caressed and loved.I let the stars assume the whole of night. But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacityShouted to be acknowledged and believed. Even when all small answers build up toProtection of my spirit, still I hearBig answers striving for their overthrow. And all the great conclusions coming near