Filled

Poetry Dr. Christine L. Frissora

There is a gold vase bold clear translucent strong Buried in the middle of the glass is a large splintered crack No one can see the defect from the outside or from the inside Only the vase knows it is there One day there is a flower Somewhere water is placed in the vase then the flower It has been picked and afraid of dying It tells the vase every fear hope wish heartbreak Slowly the vase fills from the inside What was empty is full The flower having emptied every petal of worry into the crack of the vase is vibrant in full bloom playful now becomes outrageous Makes the vase remember something makes the vase laugh They laugh together at the memories the flower had in the field They laugh at the places they wish to go They laugh at the things they try to do They laugh at their dreams and fantasies for the flower and vase of course can go no where really Imperceptibly slowly surely the crack inside the wall of the vase fills completely Until the vase never remembers the wound The flower lives and dreams Together they are enough Together they are happy Together they are everything