Today I reached for a small ceramic bowl. It was a perfect size. Just right for holding in the palm. It was painted a robin’s egg blue. It looked like a round bird with a little beak and brown eyes and brown wings.

Of course, I dropped it.

I picked up the pieces with a sigh
Holding them for a moment concerned.
Before dropping them silently
In the trash. Finally I did not cry
Over what was broken. I have learned.

(Apologies to R. Frost)