Broken Poem by Ken Craft

When you're broken,
find your Henry David
and simplify. Reach
back, grasp your younger
hand, squeeze and hold
on until your palms'
warmth mingles.
Together, walk outside,
smell distant rain
as it rides westerlies
bareback and brazen.

Forget time. Keep going
till you discover
an unmapped pond, sit on
a shoreline boulder,
let the cool itch
permeate your skin.

Follow the exhaling water
rings when a smallmouth
kisses the surface simply
because it exists, waiting
to be marred with life.

Even fish sense there is
another side, near
yet far, with many years
to gasp and gulp
at the gilled wonder
of it all.