You

You

You don’t hold me so tightly that you’re holding the pieces of me together

You hold me lightly

loosely

so that my broken pieces can settle where they will

in the spaces between them new things can grow

tentatively trying out the shapes that come naturally

rather than being forced to fit between thin cracks

sprouting up and out in all directions

securely supported

season after season

year after year

never constrained by too tight a grip