NPM: Fragments

Curled up on my oversized chair 

Beneath a soft blanket,

I flipped through the pages of a new book. 

The familiar smell of printer’s ink and paper

Mingled with the aroma of my fresh coffee. 

Tucked between the crisp pages,

I found a fragment of myself. 

It fell from the book and fluttered down onto my lap. 

I picked it up,

Turning it this way and that

In the cool April light.

Its facets shone

And it warmed under my touch. 

Delighted, I ran to my bookshelf and began pulling out novels.

Rifling through their pages, looking behind their dust jackets,

I found more and more pieces of my self. 

Some pieces were totally new and undiscovered. 

Others were pieces I hadn’t realized I had lost. 

All of them rebuilt me in some small way, 

Returning myself to myself,

Or shaping into me something changed and beautiful. 

Know Thyself

“Know thyself,” the Ancients said
as if it could be done
I lie here in a stranger’s bed
and dream within a stranger’s head
The battle’s just begun

And as I dream, it seems to me
It would be just as well
To know the bottom of the sea
Know all of every mystery,
Heaven’s heights, the depths of Hell

I look into the mirror’s glass
And see a stranger’s eyes
Where doubts and dreams and shadows pass
Too swift to count, too full, too fast
Each blazes as it dies

Impossible to know my way
When I change constantly
Her mouth speaks words I’d never say
Her heart is quick to go astray
She is so strange to me