life comes in pieces

life comes

in pieces.

some are soft

and fleeting

like drowsy moths

and candle flame.

luckily

there are those

like the perfect palm sized stone

or tide sculpted glass

so unique

that they are kept forever

in secret places.

some are like needles

small, sharp, and painful.

sometimes

there are

heavy

immoveable

obstructions

that will darken the landscape.

but

worse are the long drowsy blankets

that take up space

and thicken the air

in boring suffocation.

the best pieces

are those mysterious

elusive ones

that change in different light.

they are never caught

they are fleeting

exotic

alluring

unattainable

and teasing

like a light across the valley in the night

an undefined thirst

a sense that something is about to happen

the knowledge of truth

and power

the moment of life.