If I could add up all these bit of days, these odd hours I find wanting for what to do.
Many nights I find a fragment between 2 & 4 am.
Then there’s bits of afternoons as well.
Bits of uncertain waiting.
Placeless snips and snaps.
Trimmed minutes at the end of one thing, before the next begins.
I’d like to make a collage or a patchwork of these moments.
Then I’d build me some new days.