Rearranging the Bits

Photo by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash

I take the bits

and the forces

that bond them together,

and scramble them

in the clouds above

and in the bowels of the earth

to rearrange the way I see myself

in order not to fear the view.

I see your skin

touch the sky in splendor

as you focus your will

onto those bits

and rearrange them into

a pattern that is more pleasing

to the eye of the soul,

but with each passing day,

each week, each month,

and the dreaded passing year,

those bits are falling

away from one another

and forming the ghost

I see in the mirror.

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Joanne Zarrillo Cherefko

Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: www.joannezarrillocherefko.com