Conversing with broken things – by Lesh Karan
ISLAND | ONLINE ONLYof bone
the plate was made
eons before
I was born
thrown
onto terra firma
the plate shattered
some star-sharp
some milk teeth
some ash-dust
the shards scattered
fell
into cracks
like canyons
what landed
near
my tracks
I filigreed
across a peel of bark—
flimsy
flexible
as skin—
placed it in the vessel
of my kintsugi heart ▼
Image: Guggger - Wikicommons
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