I sat in my chair looking at the quilt. Once I cut out the piece of green fabric that separated the strips of white and sewed it back together I knew it was done.
As I looked at it I kept thinking of those little plastic puzzle games you’d get as a prize at a party. The ones where you slide the plastic squares around to complete an image or word. A part of me wanted to do that with the squares in this quilt. Move them around, as if they needed to be adjusted and when they clicked into place, they’d open up a whole new world.
And there are clues everywhere, symbols and signs daring me to make sense of the whole thing. But this quilt asks more questions than it answers. Like a dream that doesn’t make sense when you try to explain it to someone, but when you were in it made perfect sense.