[the end of a long day]

breathe, wrists, breathe
you've been smuggled in dark cotton for so long, so long
and now you sigh sweaty thankfulness
for the moment resting
weary meditatation, palms up dried blood
glaring peacefully, peacefully
pink swellings showing healing
has begun
knitting together in some
magical science way
as if some little invisible sock-darner is working
working away, plying his wonder needle and thread
shaking his head going
tut-tut
sigh