The Builder
It began with tearing down
Then picking up pieces
One day at a time
Some long neglected, befouled
Uncovered as frequently imperceptible fragments
Tiny sharp slivers of remembering
No one is in charge here
So I close my eyes and listen
Let my body instruct
There are long hours and long days
Long weeks, months, years
Lethargic walks from nowhere to nowhere else
When sleep seems the only constant comfort
It’s an inside job
Sometimes dangerous and always exposed
Paying by task not time
Still I’ll admit to occasionally counting minutes
Some days more productive than others
Some a backward drift
Into the seemingly immeasurable abyss
Knowing all the same and taking Comfort
Taking Refuge
In Belief
A tempestuous storm of long and dark nights
Comes to pass
Leaves a new day in its wake
Not to begin again, rather to keep going
Day by day
Step by step
Piece by piece
Building