Healing

After the wound comes 
there is a closing -- 
a furious knitting together,
haphazard chaos to make new again 
tough layers of scar to never crack
only shrinking inward
curled up and turned to stone 

After the wound comes 
pain with stretch with 
unfurling the the limbs of your
body, with moving freely
invisible lines bind
and constrict

I beg of you -- 
roll the stone of your body to the shore
rest there, in the warm sand
stay awhile and let your weight
sink deeper
until, radiant, you are ready to join the water
let the creatures there say hello
allow the sunset in through
that small crack where your center once was,
hum a low note and feel it ripple outward
let the crack widen and the calloused layers fall away
let the soft waves unfurl your limbs
and open your eyes to sky as the 
water combs your hair. 
Emerge as something new.