It shocks me
The sound of glass
breaking
Shattering
A pie plate tipped
off the counter
My back to it
No warning
I do not see it fall
But hear it land
And smash
See its jaggedness
The big pieces
shining
The tiny crumbs
glimmering
All shimmering with
danger
One moment of
unexpected drama
Then a patient,
thorough response
The careful lifting
of large shards
The search for the
vacuum cleaner
Left in an odd
corner of the house
The methodical suck
that assures
Paws and feet will
be safe again
No winking threats
in the early light
People shock me
Shattering my peace
With unexpected
movements
Or sharp and sudden
words
Adrenaline rushes
My heart, my heart
Beats too fast
When calm is
required
I cannot pick up
broken glass
With pounding heart
With shaking hands
I cannot safely pick
it up
I cannot make things
right
Until I bring myself
to rest
Poignant and so true…
Thanks.
oh yes!!!! Great.
Lately I have come to know those sharp shards all too well – in a broken Pyrex 8X8 that my dogs pulled off the counter in the middle of the night – that crash was shocking! In a few remnant shards that appeared months later, suddenly in the middle of the kitchen floor…
But also, sharp shards in the words people have said to me, here….sharp…suck the breath right out of me sharp…and the struggle to find calm and centeredness so I can respond and not React with some sharp shards of my own…
((SB)) for calm and steady interior regardless of the exterior reality….
This is a brilliant analogy; it captures the hurt so well.
I hope all is well with you.