When A Heart Cries 2

I knew it was dangerous, daring

So close to the darkness that is

In broken things, but I was a child.

Like a child who runs outside

To see the lightning, to feel it

Vibrating in her bones, cracking

Its fingers through the sky––

So was I. I was attracted to broken things.

Butterflies’ wings and shattered glass.

I pieced them back together

With infinite tenderness, setting all

The fragments into place.

I tried to stop snowflakes from melting

And roses from losing their petals.

I tried to keep the plants from dying

In the winter, and the snow from

Vanishing in the spring.

I did not understand that there

Is a time for things, a time to come

And a time to go. I did not know why

Even the lightning flickered out

Of the sky, when it had only barely

Come alive.