Never Not Broken

Three red stripes of sunrise through torn clouds.
A cat-claw scar down the center of my nose.
The broken spot in my Rumi anthology that always opens
to the one about the moon dropping her clothes in the street.
The crispy pin-feathers on the head of a moulting hen.
The little moon-shaped chip in my cobalt bowl.
The sleeves of that old brown sweater, tattered just so.
The dent in the rear door of Roxanne Buick, from the ice storm
that broke the limbs off the maple at the old blue house on Main.
The welt of a scar across my belly, where my children first breathed air.

Poetry Prompt for Wednesday
What shall it be?  I have been thinking about writing about anger.  A poem about something that makes me angry?  Want to join me?  If you have a good idea for shaping an angry poetry prompt, please help me out!

Gratitude List

1.  Catching my stride again
2.  Collaboration
3.  The women I work with at Radiance
4.  Blue lace agate
5.  Warm sweaters

May we walk in beauty.