Pieces Out Of Place

Sculpture: Leonardo Nierman, "Form In the Wind"

Pieces Out of Place

a shoe lay in the road today

dead center to the dashed line

my car sailed right over it

keeping me on course,

to work,

my mind collided into

the black worn canvas and white speckledly tattered laces

abandoned in a place

it shouldn't have been, the former occupant

long since gone, shoe forgotten,

yet I am bruised by the impact

still caught up,

intertwined by the displacement

woven close by

another discrepancy looms

like childhood dreams

in an adult life

when fancies should have been

packed up, and relegated to the closet

where the old toys now retire

instead of dead center

on the road of life

now presenting a choice

to roll over it

and continue

or to take it up

make it part of the journey

daring to believe

the capacity exists for one more shoe

distillation in process

a patient excercise of time

questions outside of classrooms

rarely have single answers

valued at the judgements

right or wrong

yet the precedent is set

how do we choose

when the lesson seems

to center on choice itself

when the freedom

within us is simply that itself

daily it is done though

as inconsequetial as driving over a displaced shoe,

only when the need arises

and we become the one limping

do we hunger for the balance

of two shoes on our feet as we walk,

hunger for the protection

of a little rubber and some canvas

against the roads of life

and the length of the journeys

to be traversed

juxtaposition stands before us,

simply another fork in the road,

as it were,

yet sometimes there exists more matter

more depth than that

and I find myself

in pieces,

searching for the other parts

as I journey home

discovering which hues match

the sections of me already in place

and where the occurance of

contrast and light

most strike...

even myself---

discovery and rediscovery revealing

the dichotomy of me

a piece out of place

in a place that is the only peace I've known

tangibly

but that isn't my sole reality

and I hunger for more

contact with Truth

to be moved more fully

by what seemingly is

a piece out of place...

a shoe in the road

and a choice I must make