Poems of Healing
Floating Poem: Wings over Water
Recuperation is when you forget
The weight of your body
And your arms, legs and torso
Spread wider than lily pads,
Though your brain
Scans the edges, watchful;
Nothing pulls you down.
And when your mother tells you:
You have healing hands;
You say:
No, I want my own hands to be healed
Every knuckle, pad and palm.
Because your aim
Is not to cure your wound,
But to keep it clean,
You float
Exposed, unafraid of the darkness beneath.
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:: Logo woodcut by Barbara Leventhal-Stern
