Loose Tiles

Poetry

Sep 18

We walk so gingerly
over the loose tiles
of our evolving lives
that we fail to put
the right amount
of force or pressure
on the balls of our
feet to notice how
imbalanced we are

Scattered remnants
of lost dreams litter
the kitchen floor
to signify all of the
steps we forgot to
take along the way
to get to the broken
chair at the end of
the ramshackle table

But sometimes, if we
look closely at the
shards of distress,
we find the meaning
to bring us back to
breakfast and help
us focus on the
future grafting of
life and these eggs