It's All Right

It’s all right if I fall apart Vases are meant to be broken My glue fails in togetherness See ancient plain of jars stalwart Old, weathered, and unwoken It’s all right if I break into pieces The day comes with its crazy glue Beckoning me to keep it together So what if others look mint I practice wholeness bruised I’m letting go of perfecting Even fine porcelain has its cracks Brokenness has its rewards Scattered see how the pieces fit When the day comes hammering The whole is afraid of falling Down below nowhere to go Perfect in imperfection is a relief Pieces of me drop away again My heart lurching finds a home If only my pieces have a voice Speak my broken objections Help me to remember shattering Natural as peaceful dissection Poking anthropology for clues Without dismemberment true How can I know the whole? It’s all right if there is no glue Don’t put me together falsely Finding perfection in pieces Vases are fine either way