Past few w33ks

like the constant flush of oxygen
that remedies a wound

yes the gratitude
yes the sudden realness
yes the flooding song

of healing

at the edge of the celebration
comes the ritual bend of ribs
as they wait for expanding lungs

and tomorrow

dance again
awake in an abandoned
search for the tongue

claim my family hand
on heaving shoulders

this is not cheap
this absolute pursuit

or the soaring
that is knowing others

waiting at home
and helpful for it

a sister’s child
is alive and warming
the inner arms
of those who hold him

arrives baby Leo,
makes well.

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