
A Small Stone
The morning creeps quietly
And yet there are strong contrasts
The sky pale, from
Orange to blue
The earth still black
Attached to the night
Symbol of darkness
A time when bad happens
Nightmares and fear
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Puzzle of Time
The puzzle pieces
Are scattered
Across the table
Like the moments of a life.
One fits into another
And yet,at first glance
So many
Seem the same
Perhaps it takes
More than a glimpse
To determine
The difference
One from another
Over time
Even important moments
Seem the same
Do we know the difference
What to look for
How can we say
Did that happen last Christmas
Or was it the Christmas before
I think I am talking about the
Moments of time
But is it important
After all, to recognize
Each moment
Instead perhaps time
Is more like a tapestry
No longer its individual parts
Or puzzle pieces
But instead something complete
And whole







