lenten journal: mosaic

the words are falling
out in twos and threes tonight . . .
a trickle of thought and
thankfulness trying to
keep a promise:
I said I would meet you here,
and bring a word:

mosaic: diverse pieces forming a
more or less coherent whole.

Start with the shiny
shards of my day:
the old woodworker
with an evergreen spirit,
the young teacher
with a student’s soul;
dinner with old friends
who fed us with
the hope of our history—
then I baked cookies.

life is not that sequential—
a collection, instead,
of the details, the tiny
bits of nevermind
that become something
of value all together,
even when the glaze
machine is broken
at Krispy Kreme.

Peace,
Milton