Kintsugi People
I don't seek out broken people
really I don't, yet
still
my life
fills
there's some kind of secret
handshake
communion
silent recognition
familiarity commonality
even spite every pain
and life being different
you've been are there
not where I've being
but a shared
memory present or
past or
future
of hurt
Kintsugi people we
pieces even remelded
golden molten dawn
never quite fit
ever together
perfectly
again
yet
still
form a fractured wholeness
somehow
greater
than the jagged shards
shattered
in time gone still
and always
now
[ 21st February 2017 ]
