Ayaz Daryl Nielsen- A Poem

The Tao of Brokenness

A broken hub, thirty spokes

without a center

The wheel couldn’t turn nor

remain upright even if

it could be used

The clay pot with a crack

across the bottom would just

drip and seep, even

if it was needed

An old homestead without

windows  doors  roof  flooring

or the people to 

claim it as home

empty of emptiness

because of brokenness

non-existence from

lack of usefulness

each, in its isolation,

an exhilaration

a clarity

the adventure

of broken existence

 

ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (24+ years/119+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, The Stray Branch, Eye On Life, High Coupe, Shamrock, SCIFAIKUEST, Shemom - ensembles include Concentric Penumbras of the Heart and Tumbleweeds Still Tumbling, released 2013’s anthology The Poets of Bear Creek - beloved wife/poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, worthy assistant Frosty, and! bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre)