Surprised by the Fragments
lungs part two
As I arrived late to my studio this afternoon I was swirling in the disappointment of wayward intentions. I was surprised to find Grace there, waiting for me for the millionth time.
The fragmented offering matters. Always. Perhaps because it is all we truly have.
the offering must be / wholly insufficient / nothing / yet everything I had / a waste / brought in the mess of desperation / why is it always a mess / as if that is all I can render / wanting just to be close / closer / making up for all the oxygen / I did not inhale / could have been sweeter / longer / but I did not choose / the better thing / again / still / I’m here now / out of breath / I hope that’s okay
This work is a continuation from last post… you can read the first part here.