maybe first
on May 1st
what I remember
lying down on narrow table
hard
white powerful lights still off
deep breaths in mask
then coming to eyes taking in
morphine dosage
sail into sleep
wake again to hie home
more sleep
begin to heal muscle
tissue repairing
pain lessening
each sleep gathering tendrils of body-time
into good natured order of things
along comes summer sun
a long time coming
bask on lounger
be and become whole again
warm to the soul
while inside the careful turner of pegs
plies the century old strings into balance
well-tempered and beautiful
some so close to breaking they must be prayed over
and when it’s done the songs can ring true again
it remembers
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