GLUE

Clean silver clamps
held the wood together
while the glue was doing
whatever glue does.
Don’t we all wish
we knew words
that could glue back
together a relationship
we split with wrong words?
And if words are the glue,
what are the clean silver clamps?

Now that’s the question?

Now what’s the answer?

I guess we need to sit down
at a wooden table
with each other,
to talk to each other,
to go searching for the glue
inside the cabinets
inside us with the hope
of finding answers
to our questions –
and please God, we won’t
break each other again.

© Andy Costello, Poems, 2008