When one has a shattered begging bowl,
One is called to sit with the shards,
Feeling the way along every jagged edge
And coarse exposed pore of the old
Broken bone china or stoneware
Fit all the pieces, check them for alignment,
And, slowly, slowly, with subtle senses,
Adhere this piece to the whole, mindful of the grind
’til the fixed piece is all shot through with
Veins of gold
…and we attend with new care to
What we choose for filling the space inside.
– D.W., 03.24.2021