Having put my mind back together
a few times now,
it occurs to me
that every time you take something apart
and reassemble it,
you always end up with a few bits left over
that don’t seem to fit anywhere:
a few metal washers, a lost screw,
a bit that goes ‘boing’ for no reason.

I think about the various
disassemblies and reconstructions
taken place over the years,
and consider the pile of leftover components
in my hand,
the pieces that wouldn’t fit,
wonder if they were important.

[Written following a conversation with Gregory Dancer - 28/10/2007]

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