I cracked the Montana mug

I lost the swallow earring

flea market finds from my man

is this all marriage is

feeling cracked & lost?

but that’s how hope crawls in

through the cracks & crevices

in small corner light is found

loneliness is lumped & kneaded out

not unlike what that

potter did with the clay

back in Montana

turning something

rough into a little something

different one day

the beader who set

my earring soaring

didn’t see a marriage

celebrated as her

dangling art pierced through

my earlobe

the cracked & loss

a little more whole

A.M. Pine, originally written for Peace Poem Project 2023

-drawing from this well ♥️