Humpty Dumpty

It's not true what they say.

I won't always be this easy to smash.

Though I straddle a wall between hope
and sorrow, I find a kind of peace
between them.
The fragile
must be above it all,
self-contained, potential,
cracked open by surprise--and life--
a lake within herself, a sun.
The shell is delicate, but it will mend.

Nothing in this garden has not been broken.

Even the promises of Kings.

copyright 2006, Mauled Illusionist, Orchises Press