jarred buttons
used-to / now lost to use
spilled sound and slippery —
pure what is
comfort
trickling through the fingers
pooling a spill of past / showing my fortune –
a future
when effort forgets to take over / where make believe
looks like home
something born of tucking-in / fastening
also loose and lost / including
the hopeless hope / finding
perfect fit / the worth
in worthless
joy

poem by Jo Mariner / image by  Lesley Illingworth at www.lesleyillingworth.co.uk and painterlysketches.wordpress.com