Welcome to Now
Where little pieces sparkle
Still scattered as they are
Strewn.
Hold them,
But deftly
As they are easily molded by hand,
And years,
Into the way things seem,
Not the way they were.
In handfuls,
Dust
Memories of mud
And the deep thirst
Of wind and heat.
Where little pieces sparkle.
.
This ground might be damp
Like it has been departed from time
A separate piece.
This mosaic,
Forward
Sparkling.
Shaken Rain 