Numinous

My arms are broken

but I can hold you

While I sleep shards come.

They do the best they can

to enter the soles of my feet.

But my feet are quiet, not

sleeping, just listening.

I recall the screen door wire

lodged for days in my side.

Deeper things, stuck, growing.

Every piece, tapping, a reminder

of what the soul wants.

Every movement is leading.

All signs witness.

The unseen cloud will rain.

The sheets are wet, the sweat,

the tears, the estuary, the delta.

Down the road is a street name

that looks familiar. A bird lands

just so. A woman looks at you

like a lost letter found.

The sun sets behind her shoulder.