Saturday, January 20, 2007


Ode to Broken Things

Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
It's not my hands
or yours
It wasn't the girls
with their hard fingernails
or the motion of the planet.
It wasn't anything or anybody
It wasn't the wind
It wasn't the orange-colored noontime
Or night over the earth
It wasn't even the nose or the elbow
Or the hips getting bigger
or the ankle
or the air.
The plate broke, the lamp fell
All the flower pots tumbled over
one by one. That pot
which overflowed with scarlet
in the middle of October,
it got tired from all the violets
and another empty one
rolled round and round and round
all through winter
until it was only the powder
of a flowerpot,
a broken memory, shining dust.

And that clock
whose sound
the voice of our lives,
the secret
thread of our weeks,
which released
one by one, so many hours
for honey and silence
for so many births and jobs,
that clock also
and its delicate blue guts
among the broken glass
its wide heart

Life goes on grinding up
glass, wearing out clothes
making fragments
breaking down
and what lasts through time
is like an island on a ship in the sea,
surrounded by dangerous fragility
by merciless waters and threats.

Let's put all our treasures together
-- the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold --
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.

- Pablo Neruda


Anonymous said...

Is almost two months since you accident?
I have become an unofficial spokesperson for knee replacements. I get calls from people who have had knee replacements and they all feel the same way....the first month is why me?......the second month is hell and pain as scar tissue is being broken again and again, and why me?.... the third month is disbelieve, and why me? and the fourth is hope, with only a small echo in the back of the mind, saying, why me? These are my observations, of how we feel as our bodies are healing.
On the 21st of this month was my one year anniversary, since my double knee replacement (bilateral in Dr. Lingo)....I would do it again in a heart beat.....luckily I don't have to :)
I can feel your pain.....for you there is much at stake.....take care my friend, be strong, and bring hope into your life, that is the only way to heal body and mind.
Sorry for the long post....I hope you don't think it a lecture.

Linda S. Wingerter said...

Mo'a, yes, two months yesterday. This is encouraging to hear, thank you so much for reading and posting. I'm so glad to hear you are better.