Repair

Sometimes whatever is God

is like a shiny vein in a rock;

a different shimmer

part of the way the world shapes itself.

Walking over stones

I am drawn to take a closer look at one

and pick it up.

I find where cracks had begun,

repair

using Nature’s elements and techniques ––

water, wind, heat, cold, light, darkness,

pressure, and time; 

something other, yet same, wonderfully becomes integral, holding together

what was about to be broken

but wasn’t.