have you ever
truly belonged
awakened with
the tenderness
of hope cupping
your mangled heart
like a helpless bird
hands gently grasping
your pregnant sorrow
have you ever felt
a part of anything
a dawn blanket
of misty dew and
ceiling of leaves
hinting the softest
hue of celadon
has a man ever brought
you close to his chest
gently stroking
your fault lines
a long-awaited gift
of kintsugi glinting
like a low fire
in the sunrise
have you ever felt
a moment of peace
is a bird in the hand
worth the calculated risk
a bird in his hands
© 5.15.26 heather brager
