slices

sometimes

life comes in pieces… slices… segments

without any manual or sketches it’s an indecipherable do-it-yourself kit

sometimes

you wing it …dissect it…gouge it

til it’s a bloody mess all over the newspaper covered kitchen table

sometimes

life is but a dream as you merrily roll with it

engineered by chance

enveloped in luxe

enraptured by its miracles

miracles

miracles

miracles like a

twangy homecoming plucking from your fingertips

sometimes

glory wafts

wonderment abounds

marvel reigns

and it is good.