.
Making a way,
holding the pieces
in my hands.
Knowing the assembly
by a lifetime
of instruction.
Trace the pain
as wounds upon my heart
and put it all together,
even though it falls apart.
Build a tangle,
just to unravel
on a beautiful day.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Chaos in the clouds.
Deep, purple haze
threatening rain,
promising pain,
sure to over-deliver.
Captain of the day,
seize the ship
and steal away
into uncharted waters.
Never bother to look at the map.
The stars are there,
we just can’t see past
the blazing Sun,
or echoes of our past.
We’re going forward,
no doubt about that.
See the connection
between people,
places and things.
Solve the puzzle
and see what fresh hell
it brings.
No sort of sorcery
can make the heavens sing,
But our reaching out
to touch the next ring,
take the next step,
put the universe back together again.
Connecting
the here and now
to there and tomorrow
is what life’s all about;
making sense of everything.
HG – 2022
