Broken

.........Who broke us?

are we still beautiful

or this incompleteness

is just plain debris orbiting

a shooting star?

If wrecked, with no destination

to reach, in front of us,

if we are mere ripples of water

hopelessly left behind

with the rest of the origami pieces

waiting to go down,

            if our own epitaphs, unwritten,

shall remain a well-hidden rhyme

Then where are we going this time?

To an erupting volcano or to  a melting glacier?

See? A pulsing cadence and

streaks of blue rain hold us tight,

so that the young brooks may continue

to bear their  names and slowly baptize

a heart’s fears  falling apart

into a poisoned delta of alienation.

In truth, something broke us

something holds us together still

we breathe in the thick air

of implicit survival and repent our sins

while a sleeping quietness

falling against the cold cityscapes,

makes our blooming frailties

recruit new sizes and shapes.

Peace-torn paradoxes

can learn from any opened petal

to face the morning sun,

creation myths can be shattered

from any collective memory

whenever the hungry seeds of love

are sown in No Man’s Land...........