Clumsily,
but gently,
I push
you
from
my head,
as i fumble
at my desk,
shuffle
papers,
try to see
and think
and do,
when all
I find
beneath
my hand,
my eye,
my heart,
is
you..
Fragments
of two
lives
sifted
through
fine wire,
spread out
like
fans,
added
and
subtracted
and shaken up
like dice,
then rolled
across
a board,
a map,
your life
laid
gently
out
before
me,
mine
tossed
helter
skelter
in your
lap.