Sunday, April 29, 2018

Healing Is

Plunging 
Into cold water,
Shocking and electric
   At first
The confusion 
Of a world
In transition
The body
Recognizing
The mind
Recognizing
Space
Finding
Harmony. 

Healing is
A flower feeling
Sun
Extending
Wings
Trusting
Growth.

Healing is
Patient,
The first crack
Of an eggshell,
The slight slit
Of a cocoon, 
Wiggling of toes
   In the morning. 

Healing is
Natural
Salt water
To the wound, 
Breeze braiding hair,
Shells buried
In sand unburied
By small hands. 

Healing is
Gentle, 
A shaft of splintered
Sunlight
Out my kitchen window. 

Is
Lovely
Like her kisses
Before bed. 

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