Breathe Again

In the corners of my eyes 
breathes again 
an apprehension that corners 
my movement 

The lid has been removed, 
and the contents left on the table –  
saturation 

Can you pick up the pieces? 
Can you forge a meaning 
in a puzzle for which you’re constantly throwing 
away the pieces? 

You can burn them, 
but they’ll never go away 
You can run, 
but they’ll always follow 
Like the vision in the corners of your eyes,  
always clearest 

MM 1995