By Emmitt Fisher
On his back, he wore a jacket of many panels, sewn together to create a thing of diversity and beauty.
Some panels of canvas, some of paper, some of simple cloth.
Knit together, woven together, spun with yarn and thread,
Stapled at times, glued at times, barely together but somehow one.
Overlapping, some panels now hidden but then closer to his skin, to his heart.
Multi textured, multi colored, multi layered.
Blues and golds, whites and blacks, pinks and browns.
Splendor.
It wrapped him about, clung to his sides, drifted to his legs.
The jacket grew all the time, more panels clung to him, and he grew.
Splendor.