by Mary E. Lowd
I am a patchwork quilt
Of experiences
Scraps of lines from movies
Strips of characters from TV shows
Snippets of song and fragments of scenes
Sewn together
Into one vaguely coherent whole
But sometimes my eyes see past
The world we’re in
To the fabric behind it
But my eyes (my tiny eyes!) can only see
One scrap of fabric at a time
Are they all the same?
Is the fabric of the universe fractal?
Or is it made up of patches
Just like me?
Patchwork quilts rolled up in a patchwork quilt
But then
We would be part of the fractal