Saturday, 2 July 2011

Grasping

I will hold it tight
with both hands
I will not let it slip

slip
slip
slip

Release your grip.
Open your palms,
let it slide
glide between your grasping
fingers.

Watch it turn,
turning in space and in time

Watch it shatter
Watch pieces scatter
each a part of the whole
each divide, subdivide.
There's just space in between
There's nothing to hide.

          ©Lily LaLoba September 2011

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