Medicine for Surgery:
Mindful view of glass-paned greenscape, incoming-
the gloss and black-masked glaze of a cedar waxwing,
floating onto a branch from the larger greyworld.
Rose honey- in a jar- “good for the heart” my visiting
alchemist said, “scientifically, not just metaphorically”,
the antiquing beige petals floating in a sweetness sea.
Words, words, words, words. Flowing through the
portals of Facebook and phone call- friendly chatter
cresting in a light crescendo of levitation, laughter.
Small, simple grace of an extra helping of sleep amid
cries from the deeper wound seeking to heal Itself
through pains of a red inner world unseen.
Music- Melody. Blood-red beets on a salad of flowers.
Appearances on the stages of dreams. Colors in my fingers
foraging forms from cuttings, crumbs of origami scraps.
Breathing. Baring. Bearing. Being
– Gina Marie Mammano