Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: "The Way It Is"

Over and over we break
open, we break and
we break and we open.
For a while, we try to fix
the vessel—as if
to be broken is bad.
As if with glue and tape
and a steady hand we
might bring things to perfect
again. As if they were ever
perfect. As if to be broken is not
also perfect. As if to be open
is not the path toward joy.

The vase that’s been shattered
and cracked will never
hold water. Eventually
it will leak. And at some
point, perhaps, we decide
that we’re done with picking
our flowers anyway, and no
longer need a place to contain them
We watch them grow just
as wildflowers do—unfenced,
unmanaged, blossoming only
when they’re ready—and mygod,
how beautiful they are amidst
the mounting pile of shards.

"The Way It Is" by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. © Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. Reprinted by permission of the poet. Visit the poet's blog, where she posts a poem a day.

Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer, perhaps associated with this source.


  1. "There's a crack in everything/that's how the light gets in." "There's a blaze of light in every word/it doesn't matter which you've heard/the holy or the broken Hallelujah." -Leonard Cohen (both)

    We break, we rise, we break again---like sea waves. We ache to have our hearts broken---broken open, that is. May our hearts, like the vase, be broken irreparably. May its shards be strewn throughout this broken, beautiful, and perfect word. And my each of those scattered pieces grow wild and uncontained.


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