Music for Hope

July 16, 2007

I feel the bones beneath the skin
some of the stuffing is gone-
what was in rises to the surface.
It was a deep dive
and these crampings are merely the bends.

hush now.

I can not pretend.
This is not daisy chains
or linked paper dolls;
it is a very deep thing,
divining this mystery.

I feel the bones beneath the skin.
What is gone is unneeded for this,
what remains rises to the surface.
We divine hope,
we seek marvels.

Shhh. She sleeps for now;
cradled in the bones,
drifting in the sea,
drinking in the hope,
becoming a miracle.