Testimony

Your body is bound in time, cords of colorand streaks of light.  Pressure points
and painful lines converge
and this is your testimony. No witness
to bear their thoughts
as you gently come undone.


This is the first day of spring,
and you its first humble wren of sorrow.
You dare look into the sun.



A tiny earthquake rattles a new earth.
You shake too, knowing it will not be forever
and there will certainly be rain.


c. Melissa K. Furbush, 2009