New Skin

May 22 2012

My body is growing new skin right now
right there, on my hand. I can point to it.
I can watch it grow. We could time lapse it.
I can very clearly tell that tomorrow
things will look better on that cut
than they do today, or did yesterday.
I didn’t tell my body to do this.
It just does it.

I’m getting caught up on life:
tour dates, blog posts, poems,
finishing books, starting jobs
paying bills, tidying loose ends.
Straightening out the knot that I was
and the bumps on my hands start to fade.
I didn’t tell my body to do this.
It just does it.

And someday soon I won’t itch, in my mind
or on my hands. But for now
I watch the skin grow, and the bumps fade
and I praise that I can reset,
for that God knew I needed a rest,
not just from school, but from myself
and worry, and bad faith
and all those things I do when I can’t believe
that I don’t need to tell my body
(or my God)
to do things.

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