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