the healing

I went to leave
my father's house

after he hugged me

he raised his lightly gathered fist

and pounded on my heart

eight times

not a word spoken

I knew

he was waking me up

I knew

I was being healed.

09/05/2010 AKW

hey, you

The

heart-shaped clutch

of bones

in my chest

rattles

when you speak.

moths

I know why
the moths go to the light
I know why
they die there
soft warm bodies
slowly growing cold
and
I do believe
they are the bravest ceatures
in all the world.



10/09/2011  AAW