Fragile

Fragile

The package arrived
dented by the cruel pounding
of the FRAGILE stamp,
Torn at the edges
by inquisitive fingers,
controlled by acquisitive minds.

Shaked and baked
inside the box, the bags, the plastic crates
the jeep, the truck, the plane
until
upon my desk
it seemed to seek shelter
looking for a helping hand
or someone to end the misery.

Carefully I moved it from side to side
listening as the inside pieces
played the music of destruction.

More carefully I opened it,
and removed the broken bits of glass,
the twisted metal of the framework,
the shards of plastic,
and rejoiced.

I had a puzzle- the pieces would come together-
the broken would be made whole.