it fell from my hand
from what once seemed
a perfect balance
safe
it slipped

surprise was not in the crash
scattering of pieces
unable to be refashioned
a precious spirit
irreplaceable

everything appeared boundless
palms cupped, arms raising
but it didn’t find its place
to rest, my sanctuary,
it fell without warning

abrupt
keenly slicing through the day
required deep digging
scraping
to the answer
to the core
to divine the plague

questions flow
the whats and the hows
why
a quest to find healing for
an antiphon too early chanted

my iced heart fears to think
looking out numbly
not wanting pain for the broken
fearing the silence

oh, if only
i was God.