Patchwork

Incremental layers, experience, pile up
Like quilts upon a bed in cold winters;
They weigh upon me. I occupy
Myself inspecting, describing them --
Like a child with squares of patchwork.
These multicolored layers amuse:
I imbue them with richness, with depth,
Depending on my mood, my whimsey --
While their reality no more resembles
My perceptions than patterned scraps
Are like fields full of fantastic figures.