After Breaking

I was broken, I fell apart, I spilled, I was shattered, I scattered of myself across the ground. Was I a calculator? A wireless set? A diary swollen with tears? Was I a handcuff or a hand? The former shapes have been wiped from my face, by the wearing of wind and rain, by the shining of the sun’s light. Transformed, I am earth now. Only earth... Grain by grain, look, at the foot of your cypress...