What is the glue that binds,
Scattered bits of time
Into seconds that rhyme,
Making the cadence of life?
Deconstructed moments, broken bits of eternity;
What is the stuff that fixes them together?
I seek that mysterious stickiness.
It holds secrets.
How are my moments of present
Bound so thoroughly with those passed?
Why will the stick not be unstuck?
Why must I be adhered to pain?
I long to dissect the ligaments of time,
And find the secrets of connectivity.
Severing the then from the now,
The beast from the person.
In the moment, all things exist,
Even within us.