a fiddling kind of day --
bits and pieces, remnants
of old paintings,
trashed fabrics from unfinished
objects.
building a collage
is a bit like gardening.
you dig,
transplant,
snip and prune until
what is before you pleases,
affirms --
or perhaps more
like daydreaming,
reverie.
thoughts flow,
like water and
memories surface --
only to submerge
when within
reach.
