This morning it was fluency,
the title of a poem I found in a book
I laid aside so I could write this down and find
myself inside generous syllables rippling along
waters leading somewhere hopeful I am sure
like a readiness of well-being or forgiveness, and just now
the face of the woman who had wronged me bitterly
came to my mind and in place of my common anger
this time I felt a streaming around my heart only
the residue of her own wounding, and I was,
for the moment, sorrowful and healed.
Posted by kind permission of the poet.
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