Overflow

The Overflow

That frail vessel
communicated with the universe
brims and overflows within him
billows from overabundance.
That mirror
which once ran
through wide courtyards
lies smashed by the road
its every splinter
reflects ruffled maple buds
vastness of the sky.
A bird's wing shimmers
in all those thousand pieces.
What once was connected
is connected no more
what once was frail yet whole
has become fragmented.

Anna Frajlich