Was it a full moon two years ago
When I careened into you
At the end of the center of the year
The center of a beginning
Excitement renewed
But quickly vanished with the night
Not vanished but changed
Different
Not the same anymore
Exciting yes
But terrifying without hiding it
Obvious fear
A loss of so many things
Possibly a limb
Things shattered
Inside and out
Bones became glass
Skin now Velcro
No other parts matter
The head and the heart
Still beating and thinking
So all must be well
But beating and thinking is not living and thriving
Two years later
Under the fullness of her gaze
Am I still just beating and thinking
Is this living and thriving
Thank goodness I have this rainbow bouquet
This collection of artificial brilliance
To distract me from the mundane
Not everything that shatters can be put back together
Screws fix bones
Thread and needle for the skin
Softer organs require more care
Finger and hands wielding no tools at all
Mend what can never shatter
