Twice Broken

I close my eyes and the halo of the moon shines still against dark lids

The ocean exhales against the shore

And I remember the days, the weeks, the months, and the years we believed ourselves to be shards of glass

Tossed into the waters by a broken fisherman

Convinced we were being smoothed…


Made beautiful…

Before being found once again, deposited upon the shore by the exhale of our ocean–

Like fog against glass a child’s fingers find us

Then reconsider, tossing us back onto the rocks

twice broken





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