They Must Be Fixed
By Kelly McDonald
and touch ev'ry broken thing.
A hunger that grows, I must fill
the stretching orb of emptiness.
A plan not right, a missing piece,
something undone, needing repaired.
I can't ignore the muddled setting
in digital charms we collect.
The glowing clock, it's time not right,
adjusted, now matching the rest.
Tanks not empty, a quarter left,
needs filled to push my hunger back.
I stew on what will make them whole,
twist of knob, line of code, small repair?
When set aright, my hunger leaves
and calm returns, to fill the gap
that grew from something tipped awry
now tinkered straight, the whole restored.
When family cries, or friends retreat
from anguish, grief, and pain not staved.
That urge to fix is just as strong.
Words of love, reveals how I hope
life perks up. Friendship returns, and
smiles signal, a repair was made.