I’ll stitch it all together,
Don’t you worry
Things will be alright
They already are
Frayed edges and brilliant colours
Nothing dead and nothing gone.
For this is the fulfilment we long for
That which resolves two primal facts
That everything matters,
and nothing lasts.
Somehow we can
Feel it all
Know lightness in the the face of it
And then
By putting one foot in front
Of the other
Open the future.