Catch me thinking, caught in still.
A girl, a morning, someone's drill.
Apartments break my colored sky,
coffee, toast, pjs, try.
I sit and watch the blue that cracks
the orange calm, it sneaks way back.
The wind howls coldly and my thinkings gone
on its own small whirlwind of a different kind.
For I don't quite know very much at all,
life has started and my knowledge is small.
If only questions and answers would find a match,
settle calmly, no need to fill gaps
or create new pieces with bits of old, bits of new,
trying to fit so I can settle too.
Guess I'll take these little pieces I have found,
use them and use them. 'Til insignificant large
the girl in the morning will look at the world gently coloring orange
and, upon waking, she'll stake proud for she carries
a great wisdom, the product of God's breaking.
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