Pantoum

Our lives mix, convoluted

By the streams which we cross:

Others of the muddy tides

Driving across the bridges we built.

By the streams we cross

We find others who, like us,

Build new bridges and drive across them,

Searching for our completeness.

We, who find others like us:

Those forever searching and seeking,

Striving to be whole,

Find nothing but broken vases in the shapes of things they knew.

Those forever searching and seeking-

Our lives mix, convoluted;

Finding nothing but broken things we knew once,

Those broken bridges we used to drive over.