Broken Whole~ By April Glaser

I am not like other people.

I am more like the hawk -
wide in wing span
sailing abroad the covert
currents of infinite space

or the white fluff
that cotton wood's shed
at summer's inception,
hugging the mess of weeds
along sidewalk's bend.

I am the pause in bodily conversation
where silence unfolds into
an utterance of subsistence,

and the ease with which the sun
descends from a fading sky,
or the blush of beauty he secretes.

I am truth's praise
and mystery's best kept secret.
I am the anticipation of moon's fullness,
but also her brilliant glow
married to darkness.

I am the flowing sensation of river
and the unavoidable swelter of desert.

I am all lonely souls
sleepless nights, and the
ground clouds of perennial days -
both broken and whole.


Author Bio:
April Glaser is a young poet whose heart has been broken open by both the beauty and devastation of the world. Her writing is filled with the honesty of rough edges. She is passionate about self-expression, artistry, the Earth, and all things wild.