after years
of being together
sometimes you the pot
sometimes me the wheel

our love
baked
like choice
ceramics

held liquid
and soft love
and hot boiling chemistry
cooling to taste
with each of our lips
blowing

I did not expect
for us
to be dropped
upon the floor
a million jagged pieces

now my heart
is a kaleidoscope
of broken clay
and I think yours, too

(and some of our pieces
have made it into
each other’s pile)

the world turns
the sun climbs the sky

and sometimes
this pain
sometime this loss
sometimes this hope
creates
complex
colorful images

spinning

of what once was
of what will be