Pieces

I am in pieces and the sun that warms the water seeping up through me

Is cooled by the breeze that plays in the spaces

I have longed for so long, within a dream made real,

To leave

But an idea cannot remove itself,

a thought cannot un-think itself

But life is happening and here are my pieces set free

And it’s not what’s left over from something that was whole,

It’s not about loss and

I am not broken, disappeared or disappointed

It’s just that I appear to have left

To have simply ceased to be

As I believed I never really was

So who I am and what I do are no longer questions seeking for answers where there are none