Things Unseen

If a leg, once shattered,
reserves twelve weeks to heal,
how long,
then,
is one to expect
if it is the heart,
or the spirit,
perhaps the soul
that has broken?

How long until wholeness
prevents these jagged edges
from sudden jolts
and sharp stings
in light or darkness
noise or silence.

Reminders of all that
once was taken
for granted-
that easy reach,
that natural breath.

We notice this pain
in the most
peculiar places.

Laboring between
sores and stitches
Wading in
swollen stories.

We will not drown in
these shallow waters.
It is the depth within us
with which we float.