Talisman
Sometimes we want to
lock pain in, close
the door fast, take leave
where it cannot
grow
breathe
touch
or heal
yet
buried
stifled
numb
we feel
it, still
Time comes to find
the door ajar
inside, the familiar
older, condensed
upon itself, pain
Fitting into the hollow
like a stone from your
pocket, leaping into your palm
you remember its
color
weight
shape
worn smooth
from long carrying
You could hide it
away again
or
bring it into the
light, discovering
streaks and sparkles
you could not see
until you opened your hand
to let go
