Time rattles homeward
Like a distant boot
That lost its other
At the initial contact
When all things fell away
From the whole.
Irresolvable
But endurable and enduring
The white casket rolls with the toy drummer
While choices are wound and unwound
Like words that rotate around a center.
The puncturing of holes
In our souls
So that others
May fall in.
The shattering of hopes
So that dreams
May begin.
Floating...
