life can be whole or hole, where half of the whole has been stripped away, or mislaid either way, the missing half, whether good or bad, leaves a partial whole, something less than whole wind & rain pour into the open hole, comfort & pleasure fade so we work to fill the hole, to make the hole whole but the missing half was one of a kind, all else is a square peg in a round hole, time passes, margins erode, whole lifetimes sputter without finding the match to light the empty space where the hole is, nota bene, the someone light- ing the match must be some- one new making a whole new whole, not same old, same old such a trial to fill that empty hole might it take forever to make two halves whole? forget the damn hole another way is not to let the whole fall apart but that means putting up with flaws, means life in a broken whole