The pieces of me

A piece of me – always follows

suggested straight strategic line,

even if there is an ice-hole.

A piece of me – staying at home

in warmth, kitten curled,

when my obedient part

leaving for work.

A piece of me – never here at all,

soaring somewhere over the chores,

knows though the way back,

and when - to anchor.

A piece of me – still on the playground

riding the carousel of anticipation,

when ride’s completed – she’s expecting

to be placed on the real life project.

See, - I’m never the whole,

so if you, by chance, look in my eyes,-

you risk to land in one of my properties,

with  days equal  nights, equalizer like,

for I’m trying to stop

eternal swaying of seconds - ropes,

with little luck I travel on -

I hop…

Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - "Maria Wulf's Visual Poems"