Fragments
Fragments
of the whole.
Pieces
of a puzzle.
Each
a truth,
a
glimpse – a hint
of
the wonder.
Child,
friend, sibling,
lover
are only parts
that
contrive one being.
We
are all
fragments
of the whole,
sharing
only pieces -
moments
of our lives.
What
a lucky one -
the
one who
experiences
them all.
Who
touches them.
Knows
them.
Loves
them.
By
Harley
1/8/01