By Don / Date: February 4th, 2017
I have scattered my many souls to the wind
Unaware of when I started, perhaps my first breath…
Or before that was the moment
When I decided that one place was not enough
Some dreams are too big
This life is. too. big.
To coop up in a single memory-frozen slot
Here yet not here
Not there either
When I gather them
Each charred greyed stick of impossible memory
Lies yet to be relit
I wonder where the next piece
Will show up