Pieces

Pieces

Shiny and sharp

Scattered loosely

Over the gravel driveway

Black asphalt

Searing in

The Colorado full sun

Pieces

Of me

Bleeding pieces

Combusting from

Stress and pressure

No longer

Held together

Shattered Humpty Dumpty

Unable to be

Put back

Pieces

Of my past

Coming to fruition

No longer

Super glued together

In pretense

And hopes

Of awakening

Pieces

Finally, in

Their place

Broken glass

To be formed

Into a new mosaic

Desirous of

A fresh construct

One not experienced

Pieces

Animated particles

Moving together

Desperately wanting

To be reconnected

To flesh

Bone

Spirit

Pieces

Finally, home

Rick Ellsmore

7.9.20

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