I don’t quite understand
how something so innately divisive and destructive
can turn with a perfect spin
to display the face of peace and unity.

How can something so parched and painful,
so putrid and parochial;
something narrow and limiting

capable of producing only sorrow;.
How can it turn around and show
 the supple side of soft and real?
Having eclipsed an honorable pain

and metamorphosed into fluid, forgiving and free.
as if raw grief by its very embracing had
reduced a broken heart to love,

and found its wings..

Something innately divisive and destructive
spins like a child’s perfected pirouette
settling on our heart
with the renewal of spring.

8/08