today i feel scattered
like sand blowing in the wind
and i wonder if there is wholeness in the scattering
i wonder
what makes something whole
is it the sum of ones parts being visible and accounted for
because if so…today I cannot…
and maybe i never was
maybe i mean to say there is something holy in the scattering
as though there are parts of me
carried into new spaces and awaiting me
like small delights and pleasures
dressed up in the gift wrap
of places i have yet to go or may never see
perhaps there is a holiness in re-membering
these pieces exist
in trusting their value does not rely on their
proximity to me
through the vectors of time and space
perhaps there is a holiness
a wholeness
in being everywhere at once and no place at all
perhaps there is a holiness
in knowing
wherever i go, there i am
perhaps there is a holiness
in the possibility
that wherever i go
i run the risk, delight and pleasure
of meeting pieces myself
over
and over
again
i think there is a generosity
in being scattered
ensuring that no matter where i am
there will be some place to go
where i can meet some part of myself
over
and
over
again
-tamira cousett copyright 2022
