Coherence

Yes, I will gather up these daisies
and put them together
So they cohere and make sense
Not petals, but flowers,
Not flowers, but bouquets
Not parts but a whole
Not parts, but a hole.

Ah me, there it is
Waiting at the fringes
As I strive to cohere,
To cohere.

Even if everything crumbles
in my fingers
And faces fail to coalesce
A nose, some teeth, is that hair?
Pieces of people,
People in pieces
I don't recognise anyone.

Shifting features,
Nothing stops for an instant
To let me fix an image.
No images,
Just colours, shapes, ghosts?
All wispy strands around me
Struggling to coalesce
I don't see them
They don't see me.

But it's perfect, a pageant
unending.

And I'm sad because
I tried to hold on
to a moment
and the moment
slipped away.