Mend Me With Gold

Mend me with gold

Mend me with gold

Fill my gaping cracks

With precious metals

And loving care.

Do not discard me

Now the years

Have worn me

From my first creation

Smooth and unblemished

Untouched by life.

See the damage

Not as disfigurement

But as radical sculpture

Of a work in progress.

See every chip,

Every dent, every frayed edge

As a stroke of genius,

Of ongoing art.


Aesthetics of wabi-sabi