Beginning and Finishing Touch, At Once

Morning Thoughts #155

I am a man of fragments. Knowing this, I produce as many as I can. Each fragment is completed unto itself. Then each bows out, retaining some faint hope of its name being called once more for a future encore, an ensemble of greater completion.

The need for daily completion dictates my terms. My focus is necessarily directed by an end goal, whose voice can barely reach beyond the day. Once the time strays far enough, I find myself in the domain of a new voice. And, as such, a new project gets undertaken, another fragment with an attested finish line.

Fragments beside fragments, the job evolves to become a retrospective fitting. Narrative creation imposing yet higher taxes on the imagination. Oh Lord, I think I am finally ready to pay them! But first, let me add one more beginning and finishing touch.