Pieces of Frailty

Found in the dark – pieces of frailty

And I sat with you there as you called to me on sleepless nights.  

But I fail to understand or pierce the swollen blister of ancient secrets

as sympathy grabs my throat, feels the breath of a wild thing

who has chosen ceaseless noise without a consenting will

Distractions take me away from the world awaiting,

with a silence that could stun my heart, spiked with fear

the shadows drench dirty eyes that know not what they are searching for

But can only take, like hands clutching snowflakes –

we are both diminished. 

Pieces of frailty fall through these merely human hands. 

Though I persist, dragged into games – chasing the sun

like a child to an unmoving origin, across this cracked earth;

there is no picking up what has already been lost. 

Remember the fall and when you touched these frail hands, before knowing what they were. 

© Copyright Kerryn Lee Bon. 16 April 2009, the leaves in autumn, knew when to fall.  Or let go,

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