We Shall All Break

We shall all break --
In spite of our selves and our hard shells --
Like the dawn.
Just over that distant hill
Or through the old gnarled tree branches that
Yearn and search and weep.
Break.

In the black shadow of the oak
Where even the lichen will not hold;
In the dark hollow of the hill
Where all appears black together
And sorrow and joy stumble in tandem
Experienced yet not known.

That silent, blind realm opens the
Broken word to speak
Scouring space to raise the brow
And prepare the wound
To see the healing.

Fraction your life.
Offer bits and crumbs
Abundant yet unsatisfied.
Parse it out
Not in miserly portions, but
Pour it out -- humpty dumpty --
For gravity to assume.

Assumed we join
A star blazing into one light
And a sun rising into wholeness.
Then, we shall break
Like the dawn.