The Infinite Churn

we become lost and found over and over again

in the time bending moments of any given day.

playing an endless game of hide and seek.

with splintered attention.

should we even bother to try and hold together the hundreds of tiny shards

of each day as it cracks open?

or learn how to be still as

the in betweens and underneaths

wrap around us.

the infinite churn.