noon and night

Will you catch me?

Like frail confetti thrown to the wind,

blown into space, caught by your eyes?

Little fragments of a missing whole,

assembled into the nothingness,

a volume, a sentiment, amorphous and astute.

When the urban sky is my only comfort.

Its glittering lights transient and evolving,

never there, omnipresent only to my mind.

Pieces of a puzzle without its kingpin, its keystone.

Essential yet ignored.

But what of us? Mere filaments separated by fate.

Strung into strings untouchable, unyielding.

Is there a picture here? Or an image imagined?

Like an unfinished canvass, painted in purgatory?

Or is it a dream, inherently unreal?

I am not whole.

Maybe, you too, are.

Image from here.