Tap-tap-tapestry

I have this vague

crystal-clear when I sleep

image
 

of the Big Picture, and it’s so very

focused,

inhale

so 3D doable,

exhale

so decoupage cut & dried on nightstand note paper

inhale

you’d think it was red-carpet ready!

exhale

In the REM state, anyway, but no stacked calendar–

inhale

this paper pattern fails to reflect

exhale

the soul-dredging seconds,

inhale

the white-knuckled minutes,

exhale

the heart-skipping hours,

inhale

this Bigger Picture entails

hold it.

in mosaic of moments,

& sweat shop measure,

hold it!

in photo-free transfer,

& patchwork of time fabric,

hold it!

in thin-skin sensitivities,

& acquired constitution,

Hold It!

without which

building blocks

turn blue

and remnants

pass out

of the Bigger Picture

remain

pinch me

wide awake fuzzy.