A Branch from the Glass

If a part is missing

If a piece has been maimed

If there are wounds that you can see

If there is breakage that no-one knows of

If you seem different

If you seem strange

Or all too familiar

If your legs change their gait

Or your mind is feeling strained

Did you know the rose branch

Might grow back more beautiful

In a different place?

Did you know a beating heart

Might pick up the seeds

For a garden

Or a field of

Ideas in the minds

Curly whirly dance

That never really stays fixed at all.

Did you know looking

Is not believing so much as

Seeing

Did you look?

Or did you see?

Can you see a tree

A bush, a branch, a flower

Invisible to the naked eye

But seen by those

Most beautiful

In differences

And collections

Those who see

Real

Those who feel

Most.

Did you know a glass is really spun liquid

Spinning into vessels of time

Half empty, half full

Either is human

Either is fragile

Both seen by those most beautiful

In knowing differences

And collections

Those who see real

Those who feel most.

Completion is never

Complete.

Love is always growing.