Bits and Pieces

I am the leaves

on the streets you walk on

The unexpected shadows

I'm the scrap of paper

upon which you absentmindedly scribble dark things

I'm the bird in the trees

you always hear but never see

I'm a daisy, or a clover

in a garden of huge sunflowers and roses and oak trees

Or the bottles you keep hidden in your room

I am the sunbeam you feel

but you can't turn around to look at because the room is too small

I'm the hole in the curtain

I'm the notebook

you forgot about long ago

I'm the fish in the murky pond

-you can see the ripples and waves but you can't see me

I am bits and pieces

Here and there, now and then

I'm a mustering hum,

picking up, growing

Gathering momentum

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