10/17/22
Like a broken tea cup
Dropped and in pieces
The ceramic chipped and imperfect
A cup unable to be used
Picking the pieces off the floor
Careful to not cut yourself on the sharp edges
Gathering the pieces together you test where they should be
Golden glue is put on the edges
The pieces are put back together
Slowly, carefully, it takes shape
The tea cup is able to be used once again
The once perfect ceramic cup is gone
Replaced with something new
Holding the cup delicately in your hands
Running your thumb along the cracks
Held together by gold
Just as you piece your own self back together after you break
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Collected
PoesiaA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
