And When It Comes Undone
And when it comes undone,
it is not the end.
It is the beginning, an opportunity
to remake, recreate, rebecome
something not as good,
This is not to suggest, however
that allowing rot to win
in a recommended practice,
but should it sneak up on you
and fall apart, you may be surprised
at the miracle that emerges.
About this poem
Life comes undone. We get a redo. We can do the same thing or make something new.
When my life came undone a decade and a half ago, I tried doing the same for a short while, and then changed course and letting life remake itself. What I have now is far different, and far better.
PS – the picture was taken at an abandoned factory in Turner’s Falls, MA.