Deja vu – Self Portrait as parquet flooring under renovation

sp-as-parquet-flooring

mostly it’s just a matter

of moving things around

until names disappear.

 

what was there before,

the elusive, fragile,

smudged and brittle

is rearranged.

 

I try for laughter

but it’s exhausting,

this renovation thing,

this endless penitential kneeling,

inhaling sawdust and glue

to make new

that which was broken.

 

It can be

like living in a smashed mirror

or walking on ice

that’s cracking like thunder

all around you.

 

It can be

like the sting of a zen stick,

every molecule of attention

suddenly, brilliantly

there,

or

it can be

everything begins to fragment

and the danger then is

forgetting

which part

fits where.

 

drawing and poem by clinock.

Deja vu = edited redux from 2014.