Spring Poetry Contest - Top Ten Finalist
J. Kingston Reed
It needed restoration, the light inside.
A quick shine, a careful tune, a little
But that seems to be the way things
go around you. A laugh to turn on the
lights, limbs that echo on and on, a
pop punk pose in the middle of a rain storm.
It needed restoration, the light inside,
because there’s still so far to go, so
many people left to break you, to
leave you – so many people left for 2am
and 4am, falling asleep at sunrise.
And Aphrodite looks down still, the
perfect shell peeling like adhesive,
whispering into each rain drop, Don’t
worry about brokenness, don’t shy
away – that’s what
brokenness is – love and stumbling
on pieces that make your puzzle
better. But what is that to a god?
And there you are,
the curl of a punchdrunk teacup
rainsoaked, bringing a tidal wave.