Sunday, December 1, 2013

Grasping at Small Slivers

Another variant on "Small Slivers".  Trying to make something out of nothing in a relationship.



Grasping at Small Slivers

I steal small slivers of domestic life
Cooking, cleaning, helping with projects
Morning coffee
Hugs

I like the way our arms fit together stretched out
mine on the inside
Yours on the outside
your hand over mine
Protecting me
I feel safe, comforted

For brief moments, I want to believe
This is real, lasting, permanent
Yet, as always,
Other plans interfere;
One of us has to leave

I remind myself that this is what we agreed on
I’m not sure why I steal these slivers
Holding them close
Trying to piece together
Something whole from our relationship
That doesn’t work on so many levels

I take those jagged pieces
Of “normalcy”
Pieces of domestic bliss
If I can collect enough
I can pretend that we have something real

But when you piece something together
There are fracture lines, cracks
Missing pieces
And what you think is whole
Is not.

11/28/13 Lori Dominick