Peek!

into winter

i am picking up pieces that look familiar.

fragments of comfort and joy ::

:: leaves and light

:: needles and yarn

:: finding the big in the small

 

so far, i am a character in a book about myself -- i feel distant, indifferent. 

there are rough and rocky starts.  unsatisfying attempts.  failures of attention.  

and, damn it, we just keep going, believing that the trying is its own victory, no matter the outcome.

 

unknowable

shattered. 

like soda bottles slammed into a roadside ditch for the split second of sound.

like plates, emblematized and hurled into a concrete wall.

like a pyrex bowl of butter nosed off the counter by a naughty dog.

except none of those tried to go on being what they had been.