Poetry About Blame

The argument ends with a pointing hand. Each person builds a shelter from fault. The broken cup remains between them. Truth waits beneath the louder explanations. Responsibility begins when the finger lowers. Repair needs hands that are finally open.

Look past the first familiar name. Each person builds a shelter from fault. The smallest detail changes the scale. Truth waits beneath the louder explanations. What seemed simple gathers another meaning. Repair needs hands that are finally open.

The argument ends with a pointing hand. Time moves, but the image does not leave. The broken cup remains between them. It returns us to fault, defensiveness, responsibility, shame, repair, and the courage to name one's own part honestly. Responsibility begins when the finger lowers. The day continues with a more attentive heart.