OctPoWriMo 2018 Day 15: The Restorers

Today's theme, of something being an umbrella, was a lot of food for thought. I know it was supposed to be a 10 minute write, but I thought about it all afternoon because so many things can be both literal and metaphorical umbrellas (garbage bags, friends, all those things.)

For some reason the image of an umbrella being imperfect, leaky shelter in a storm kept churning about in my brain, and then in floated another image, of a mother who, imperfect as she is, protects her child like an umbrella until they can stand for themselves - and then the metaphor sort of gradually extended itself and turned into this.

In honour, love, and gratitude to all the different people who have been my forest of hands over so many years in the difficult seasons of my life.

DAY 15: THE RESTORERS

let me fix you he said

and took me apart      

left

me

in

p i         ec   e        s

saboteur masquerading

as mechanic

a nut a wheel a bolt

one piece at a time

different hands

joined me together again

made of my cracks a kintsugi mosaic

a forest of hands

               over hands

                       over hands

both near        

                and        far

forming over me

an imperfect umbrella

until each mended crack was dry

until I could stand whole

and build for myself

a shield