Healing Song
poem by Dave Morrison
How can I sing with
this broken throat, this
burned mouth?
How can I sing when
I drag through the days,
wanting only sleep?
Very quietly.
Every day I will hum
notes of gratitude for
everything that works and
everything that does not hurt
and then one day, without
even noticing I will be singing
a song of healing, a song of thanks,
as loud as a
Saxophone!