A Mend text
In this way I have gathered
held my wound
with my left palm open
downward crossed spiked nettles gently
holly held my stiffness
like a wee child
trailing softly as I traveled
slowly almost floating
to the ground.
I was thankful on my green path
bathed in moon dripping through bright branches,
with my right hand made a gesture.
Unheard music pulled me swiftly
to a patch where faith was found.
In this way I have gathered
gained my footing, come to balance.
By a counterforce I mended
left my pipeful
turned around.
Copyright 1997 Beridha Beridha.
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