so much broken
bones here and there
my heart, many times
spirit, at least
one, two, three
is this the path of love?
this way
of brokenness
we greet each day?
life rent me
so I see the shape—
the disorder required
reveals the whole
an onyx crow picks
squirrel from the road
Cooper’s hawk nabs
crow—life’s wheel
the rabbit-gray dawn
signals rain,
branches bow
then break in rising wind
perfect symmetry—
be born from knowing
live out our lives
die into knowing
the gift that’s given—
we are shattered
in a hundred ways
and remade again
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
A gem from start to finish, Amrita! I so love “the disorder required/reveals the whole…” So true. And that last stanza is perfect. What a keeper!
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Wow! High praise! Thank you, Jan!
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