Golden at the Breaks

 


Twist me 

Bend me back

Turn me
 in harsh
 directions

I am supple
 for you 

Bless me with
 your burdens

Load me even
 to my pain

My back will
 not buckle

I will not
 fail to hold

Less you chose
 to spread the work
 that is mine to do 

Take another beast
 to carry what freight
 is mine to bear

Then would I
  be broke 

Be torn

Be loosed
 of the whole 


Still


If you tried never
 to turn again away

I would keep
 the shatters  

The splinters
 of our once 

I would bring
 close the pieces   

If you tried never
 to turn again away 

I would bind with gold
 the parts divided

Though the breaks
 I would not hide

They would celebrate
 our history

Surround our dreamt
 perfections
 
I would guild
 the sorrows

Acknowledge
 the beauty of time

Trace each fissure
 with light

By forgiveness
 restored

We would be

Golden at the breaks 

Author's Note

In Japan, when a precious ceramic or stone vessel breaks, the repair is often done to celebrate the history of the piece. A resin is used to join the fragments, then dusted with gold powder.
Kinsugi.