Aligning
Gathering
How scattered we become
Driven apart and wedged into narrow runnels
Broken down
Beaten up
Spread over courses and decades
Leaving and abandoning ourselves along the way
Gripping tightly to what’s gone
Treading worn paths
Singing sad tunes
Working at odds against ourselves
Misaligned
Snap to a new page
Bringing home every lost bit of soul
Suturing together the self into a patchwork cloak
Shelter from the raging storms
A little bit of love
To grow it all together again in a vat of hope
Bathed in light
Who can be on the same page as another
If the self is scattered and distributed among lost loves
Lost homes
Lost hope
Blinded by the past
The first challenge is to get the self
All onto the same page
