Light falls and bumps

We are jostled

Cut apart and into

Tiny fragments that once held the universe

Rot and fester

Examiners pick through each brittle tender piece

 

Thoughts become poetry story statement

Until the day the editors come

Polishing and arranging just so

We are made understandable to others

Only to remain a mystery to ourselves

 

Behold the cracks!

And breaks

Tattered seams and broken edges

All you need to know

Held together by stitches and tape

And the sheer force of our will

Not to be unmade

Constance Moore