The long awaited buttonhole

Every time my pillow brushed against the makeshift curtain,

It fell onto my head, exposing me to the brilliant sunshine, my eyes

Popping open when they wish to be closed in a mid-day nap. 

I cursed again at my shoddy attachment, binder clipped to the fabric

(Oh, such beautiful fabric from Senegal!)

Yet so loosely held, the clip to fabric. 

So

A curtain rod?  No, that's a purchase, a hammer, some screws, some sewing.

A buttonhole! Yes, to secure onto the nails already in place!

The long awaited buttonhole, that holds the fabric in place

(I checked)

So that when my long-awaited guests arrive, tired from their long journey

And settling into a midday nap, when their pillows brush against the

Makeshift curtain, it does not fall onto their sleeping heads,

Pulled taut, it holds in place

I smile to think of how they will sleep so peacefully.