Slivers Of Recognition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pieces of time fitting into earthly schedules,
grasping onto flimsy wisps of broken shards.
Cutting into minds of plastic, opening them
and dumping their ingredients out onto tables
of space.
Wondering where facets of their importance have
disappeared to, yet knowing how revered slivers
of recognition fell to their doom in acquiescence,
putting everything in one basket and walking away -
down strange and lonely pathways of exuberant
existence.