To heal, to make whole.
Thus, the blank space
between sounds.
Thus, a rift in tectonic plates.
The hands which beckon or beg
or beat, discovering
a source of light.
A bone knows which way to grow,
underneath all those sinews.
As in a call to prayer,
an invitation to come in
from the world.
As in being bare,
not brave or unbound,
seeking comfort in the small
justices of television plotlines.
The fluids of our lives
come to our rescue.
We press down on the sutures
while children swan dive
into this arena,
and our words become
intentions intercepted
no dividing was ever
done so gracefully
mabel lee 