Fall Apart

“Our undoing is also our becoming.”  
-Terry Tempest Williams

Fall apart.
Let yourself crash to the floor and come apart.
Pick up the pieces and see an iris of an eye,
a tree twig on another, a sliver of sky,
a letter that looks like it could be Q: 
a Question, a Quandary? a Quiet?
You are a puzzle you did not know you were.
Find the edges first then work inward from there.

When finished, fall apart again.
Pour yourself into the box of God. Shake.
Slide yourself out on the ground of being.
You are now a shattered crystal vase
to superglue with sunsets.
It will hold the roses you have just brought in
from your garden overgrown with excuses.
One hides a spotted lantern fly the experts say that you must kill.
You smash it. It becomes the pattern of your dying–
red and black scraped across the concrete pathway
you no longer walk that is still cemented in your heart.

Fall apart again

You are not just a puzzle to be solved
or something unwhole to be heroically healed:  
You are all of these and none:
your breath in continuing circle:
unknown to known: known to forgotten:
back again repeating: always new, always old:
your heart broken open to a begging world.

Once more, fall apart.

You are now a billion stars.
Orion and the Pleiades have left;
Wanda the Story Weaver is waiting
in the wings of your experience.

Find her.

-Kitty Yanson