How tediously
the puzzle
falls apart.
piece by piece,
corner by corner,
whole rows
evaporate and are lost.
The ceiling
becomes the wall,
the fountain
returns to its youth.
Keys lock doors,
colours dissolve
in the darkroom
from which they came.
Thoughts unravel,
skeins of cobwebs
with no beginnings
and no ends.
And names
are the hardest
of all.
