Ode to Kintsugi

By Sara Spock

there are cracks
and gaps, spaces
of me that
could be
empty.
places the crush
of boots in a
rushing crowd
broke my seams
apart.
where voices pitch
to shatter
glass and
fissures cleaved
anew.
like ribbons of
lacquered gold
bridge the
breaks in
pottery,
your lines glaze
the void, flaxen
and rich, where
should be
a rift.
I am filled
with you.

Sara Spock is a writer, mom, researcher, and coffee enthusiast in Central Pennsylvania. She has contributed short stories and poetry to Kalliope Literary Journal, Stories of Strength, Author Scoop, and others. When she’s not tinkering with words or numbers, Sara spends time hiking and biking with her family, fighting the patriarchy, and traveling as much as possible.