Healing

Poem © 2013 by Joyce Mason
All Rights Reserved

I’m not myself

wisps of me

vent off my body

trail into plumes

of transition

Energy fizzles before

it gathers enough steam

to get me off the ground.

I am dense tule fog

tense

transfiguring

patches of my

former self.

I look down my empty wellspring

wonder if the bucket

will crank up at least one more time

before I kick it.

Birds in the oaks cackle

at my hyperbole.

This ungrounded place

of life without pulse

a walk between worlds

a hell without fire

a place I want to pass through

as fast as possible

and visit seldom.

Finally I funnel the wisps

with my hands

in time with my heartbeat.

Let there be light!

~.~.~

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