mosaicist

Here's a little scrap of verse I came up with while weeding--in January 2007. With S. at a little over two years old, getting the image down on paper felt like a triumph. My work from that period lacks polish, but that's what it is!

A sticky-fingered mosaicist, I

stealing moments

pasting affinite fragments

into a whole

taking tag-ends of time

to jot, to journal

to think

Ah, to think….

I clutch each slick, slippery subject

slicing my fingertips

on sharp points

but holding on, holding

Until, at last, release!

Pen meets paper

Memory relieved

My notion is noted

My inner artist sated

Poetry set in paper stone