This a poem related to Mary Lee’s Wonders of the World poetry prompt. Today’s Wonder, I believe, is about the Porcelain Tower of Nanjing, which I had never really heard about.
If I threw rocks,
your tower would fall
into a million tiny pieces –
white shards of history
scattered in the dirt for us to collect
and inspect and reflect upon —
but I am too humble for that
so I wait here each day
for the second strike of lightning
and hold my breath
for the disaster of dismantling yet to come.
So, I am not sure what my aim was with this one.
Peace (in the words),