There’s this sewing machine in a field.
Did it grow there? Did it decide, “Oh, I’ve had enough of this table and this window. I want to go outside!”
Maybe it jumped off a table where it has been for years or out a window it has looked out for ages and went on an adventure.
It looks a bit damaged. Did it have a close call with a car? Is there an underground sewing machine cage fighting ring? (It’s the Brothers vs the Janomes on Saturdays)
It caught rides on neighbourhood dogs and skateboards, seeing all the sights it thought it would never see.
Children in the playground. Birds flying overhead.
Now it knows the feeling of the wind in its thread. The grass on its bottom. (It tickles)
I wonder what places it will go now?