I can’t grab the waves
when they come
or shove them from me
when I wish I could
will them away.
I’m in a constant push
pull
of understanding
and
daily being.
Through evenings
mornings
long days
and
nighttime
I poke at meaning
and
purpose,
hoping some little bit
might bleed out
so I can finally grab it
and holdtightlytoit,
as it all comes together
into the perfect
sphere
that has been waiting
ready
for all my broken little pieces
to fall
into
shape.