So the Wrong Ones Can Find Them

Let’s stop and think on how this works.
How can you build a thing that lasts
From odds and ends of things that don’t?

Stare hard through those odds and ends. Ah.
They’re like the towers of blocks kids build,
That you may have built as a kid,

That you may have built with your kid.
A flick of the hand and they fall,
But the blocks have been known to last

For lives, passed down to kids’ kids’ kids.
It’s just the blocks are not the build.
It’s what’s left of your thoughts of this

You’d like to make last, past the build
That stood an hour or two at most,
Past you, your life, your kid’s, some blocks’.

How can you build a thought that lasts
From odds and ends of hours that don’t?
Take a cast, break it up, make more,

Spread them out, leave them in small towns,
Stash bits of them deep in the ground.
Make more, store, get rid of, and fail

To keep in one piece or one place
The shapes of thoughts you want to last.
Don’t break them down to the bare blocks.

Find the bits the right size to hold
A clue, a hint of the whole plan,
But too small to break down much more.

Plant them. Keep track as best you can,
But keep in mind, too, great woods grew
From what small lives cached and lost. Plant.