Possibility
much that seems impossible
unfolds with ease for Brigit
five cured cuts of meat
she feeds to a starving stray
yet the five remain
for the chieftain and his guests
on a smoke-black wall
a harp hangs heavy with dust
springs to life in novice hands
at her request
dead wood of an altar greens
thin shoots press forth
new leaves uncurl
with the chance brush of her palm
there is much I extend no hand to
knowing I would fail
but she is here
I reach out with nervous finger
place weight on doubting feet
copyright Casey June Wolf 29 June 2011
Image: "Homeless Dog Walks the Streets" Rennett Stowe CC BY 2.0 (httpcreativecommons.orglicensesby2.0)
