we have never really been broken

 

there are just times we feel split or shattered

but never really broken

 

when someone says something belittling, to shame our very souls

remember green glass bottles break on beach-- then at the end of summer feel smooth

 

the waves change from stormy to peaceful in minutes

when we hear the wind, it has nuances of loud and soft-- changing but never dying 

 

the sky at dawn begins as a bright fuscia, lightens to pink cotton candy,

then becomes a wide white and blue dome

skies trees flowers grasses:

their beauty is more pronounced

when they leave us,

then return

 

a grace we can learn in relationships with others--

 hang tight when flight feels like it would be simpler

 

dear friend, don't run from the scene

of the crime before telling me...

how it feels for you

'the sky at dawn'