SHARD

Although the body is shattered

into jagged remnants,

a glistening ghost 

of its resplendent glory,

the unified, grounding base

flung in the wind

and raining sharp drops upon us,

a warm, smooth- edged shard sits

barely visible and glowing on a distant hill:

It still matters, and we still care

desperately, each of us,

our hearts still are not yet closed.

There is a shard- shaped opening.

L E Kinzie