fragments

the light at sunrise reached up
to the frost on my window
and, touching it, broke into a hundred pieces
each a different color
each falling to the floor
then moving slowly toward the far wall
in a vain effort at reunification.

by sunset the frost had gone from my window
but i believe it will return by morning,
like the sunrise,
like a lost soul,
as each day becomes
a different colored splinter of life,
each life moving slowly forward
in a vain effort at reunification.


5/3/1991