Today I Try To Pick Up The Shattered Pieces Poem by RIC BASTASA

today i try to pick up the shattered
pieces of myself and yourself

every piece, and color and shape
compared and analyzed
to make each fit and be the whole
as us again

i put the bond to fix the edges
to make them stick as though
nothing was ever broken

i do not wish to blink and then fall asleep
the hours run like there is no way to tame them
they say they are always on a rush
and no one has ever stopped them

i tremble on some tiny pieces
and have a hard time solving the puzzle
where do they fit so well?
to deceive our eyes
to give triumph to the healing of the hands

i am a failure on some interstices
there are leaks of light
& tiny holes
there is so much emptiness
this hollow wholeness

i have failed and i am lost and so here i am
back to your arms
wanting to be a definite part of you

to seal what leak is there
to put off the tiny lights
to reconstruct the smoothness of the edges
to love you and be loved by you