terrypetersen

Dear Broken Concrete 

“Some people think that if they don’t know their faults, they don’t have any.”
― Frank Sonnenberg, Listen to Your Conscience: That's Why You Have One

I don’t know why I get stuck staring at you 
when the rest of the path is clear enough
to get where I need to go.
One moment or word blasts a past human break
covered by years, opened unexpectedly now and then.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter that the imperfection appears.
Only that blue sky lives above it.
Look up, see, I finally say, then listen
to a child’s laughter in a neighboring yard.
A cardinal chirping its unique song.
Then I can go to the next turn in the road
and sing a fresh verse on solid ground.