Slowly the quilt grows.
We bring our sacred intentions
Toward a better here and now
For our children, our neighbors, our friends and ourselves;
Peony roots from a mother’s garden, a child’s sculpture
A great band, a real-live chicken
Sometimes just flowers.
We bring ferns from the mountains, coffee from the corner
The family turtle, a perfect rose, the Daily News.
We bring our children here, sacred, raucous, irreverent, destructive;
But also our most committed stewards;
We bring our friends and their friends, a cousin from New Zealand, from Israel, from Cincinnati; 3 guys from up the block with broad smiles and broader shoulders;
We bring more hot dogs, more daffodils, more visitors more might-come-in-handy
than anyone could ever eat, plant, talk to or use, and yet we do
And the quilt grows.
– Kate Fitzgerald (M’Finda Kalunga Community Gardener)
