I don’t want some career plumber working on my blocked system. Plumbers are just part of the problem! Send in the ballerina!
You would be my loon
calling long past light,
my mourning dove, my
sweetest finch flashing
sun from black as night.
If my bird you were I’d
feed you nectar from my
palm and plant thick trees
for you to rest and nest until
I could transform my arms
and hands to feathered limbs—
our hearts remade as song.
Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.
I never know what I’m going to do in art, whether literary or visual. Yet I’ve recently been inspired by the concept Broken & Beautiful since we all are, one way or another.
Yet most of us are also broken one way or another and we’ll all experience death and possibly illness and old age. Yet we’re also brand new within seven years, all of our cells replaced, some replicating 10 to the 22nd power every second.
While these numbers are unfathomable to me, I fully grasp how vulnerable and resilient we are.
Though I thought Broken & Beautiful was an original idea, an internet search demonstrated that others are working with this concept. Still, I love the theme and will continue using eggs to explore it.
Why eggs? They’re gorgeous: their shape, texture and range of interior and exterior colors. They’re also the beginning of life for many species and must be broken for that life to live independently. So I’ve broken and eaten the eggs (yum) and also knit the heart-scarf.
To our beauty and resilience as well as the power of our vulnerability and ways that we’re broken.