Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
There are potters who intentionally fracture
their elegant vases, gluing the curved clay shards back together.
There are those who claim, true or not, that bones
are stronger where they've mended.
Vase and bone are momentarily motionless,
held within the sure arc of our arms,
while the world's vastness spins out its unceasing gyrations,
the grinding and shattering of an unpeaceable kingdom.
For this small moment before we resume our breaking,
will you hold me?