Gathering the Broken Pieces

Life flows free in that place
where droplets glisten, where

mean-spirited clouds
released their rains.

Dampened pigmentation
will finger a part I cannot touch,

soaking deep to the very root, tenderly,
anointing a once-slavish soul.

After the surrender, life:
a gathering of broken pieces.

Stillness?  Is that the home
from which I dare not wander?

Today—light, and the spattering
of a wet fern:

in that place I will bask,
though not yet fully yielded,

radiant, in the spring of
life’s possibility.

first published in Domicile, later in my chapbook Gathering the Broken Pieces available from FootHills Publishing

Mule Update

So Val’s off vacationing in Costa Rica, when the Mule needs attention.

Read “Wiggle Room,” the final story in Ann Hite’s short story collection, Life on Black Mountain, posted by me.

Summer Issue entries begin June 21.