Mosaic

A patchwork life
    Diced daydreams
        Soft Saturdays in summer
A packaged past
    Mirror memories
        Pictures of people passing
A potted heritage
    Tense thoughts
        Frank fondness of friends

Hesitation

I never really stopped
Just paused
Enough to see
The step ahead
But now it’s gone
Too slow this time
So many times too fast
Stepping blindly
Into doors
And walls