Serendipity

At a nature-type center,

We looked at displays

Of the wildlife that’s local,

Describing their ways.

 

From a room that said, “Meetings,”

A woman came out

And approached with a smile

And nary a doubt.

 

“You look like a quilter,”

She said, just to me.

“I am!” I replied,

So she said, “Come and see!”

 

At twelve or so tables,

With sewing machines,

Were fabrics and projects

And twelve quilting queens.

 

They all come together

Four times every year

Just to kibitz and sew,

Schlepping all of their gear.

 

Their work was amazing

And thrilling to see

And then they extended

An invite to me.

 

“Come join us!” I couldn’t,

But what a delight

To encounter these women

At such a strange site.