the heart holds many things –
joy and sorrow sit together –
within the depths of each of us.
when we are privileged to hold
the heart can feel as though it may burst…
but somehow it makes room……
and this space feels sacred,
indeed, it is sacred
coming, as it does,
from the divine within us.
Grand Rounds* gods in white coats walk up and down the hall selling hope * the nurse’s hand on his broken neck sweating profusely * the needle slips in carrying him from pain to oblivion * the sound after the last breath sigh of relief * stroke renders her tongue useless brain stormed * flying manic look ma – no hands high wire act * his appointment tethered to dialysis three times a week * close your eyes walk fifteen minutes in my blind shoes * dont leave this dreadful pain alone with me * what day is it? do you know where you are? who is president? * ninety- five fit as a farmer in spring new pacemaker * new diagnosis an ovarian monster she doesn’t cry * through the windshield pupils fixed and dilated first grader * which words explain X-ray results to stricken parents? * gods in white coats walk up and down the hall begging for hope * ©WabiSabi 2013
For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘Haiku My Heart’