my words seem to crumble even as I say them.
thoughts jumble and crowd.
meaning disintegrates
leaving shadows and dust.
filling the air with doubt and despair.

but this will pass.
I do know this.

this morning was so different:
my words were your words.

yesterday:
having and being:

to be
I must give
what I have.
what I have you gave to me
and I must give it back
because nothing can be kept.
but oh it seems a tedious business indeed.