| Written: NOV 18, 2003 |
Here I sit gathering myself to me,
But knowing not the ways.
How he must have looked at his own shell,
Helpless and confused at where to begin.
Eyes falling upon this jig saw state,
What in the hell can make me whole again;
Separated and numb, holding feelings together,
But little else retains the glue of this being.
I’d gather myself if I thought for just one second
I’d not fall apart, doing myself more harm.
I can go no farther today, even though I’ve not
Moved an inch or gained any of these tides back,
The moonlight will allow me closer just to watch,
As I wash back away, the scent lingering while
The ends to my means floats away to deeper waters.
Beached and broken and wallowing,
In this disintegration, I worry not;
These smiling days will forever be here:
Chiseled on this stone visage and laid in happy times
Forever in memory of the whole ones,
Whom sit now, playing with my pieces.
