morning coffee

things fall apart
cannot be repaired

for that reason
we sometimes despair

a path leads up the field
towards the ridge

then peters out

they should put an archive
of broken things up there

where certainty
meets intangible air

at first light

I could photograph them
put them in a book

a resource for all the world
it would only take a moment

to look through
we are disposable

even the things
I could not photograph

belong up there
past care

with love

thick
as morning coffee