Galway

The puzzle piece you are holding
Is key, is my heart
Would that you could make it fit
Onto the board waiting its completion
Pieces of you
Are held just as close
As I can make them fit, the edges worn with trying
We judge lightly
The effects of familiarity

We forget so trite the reasons we turned our backs

And so this case is renewed
I can detach yet retain, can you?
These are the pieces we hope to place
In the ever-changing puzzle
That forms the tapestry
Of our supposed life together

Watershed

Moments whose gravity

Escape through trap doors

They plunge to new depths

And land on their feet

Glistening with moisture

Tears are shed beside a bed

Like rain, they flood

Because the gutters are

Full of life’s disposals

Streaming endless into grates forgotten

Standing makes drops fall harder

Wiping backhanded, careless

These cleansing rituals of gravity

They extract exact moments

They are water shed, are water shed