RECONSTRUCTION

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RECONSTRUCTION

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Wounds healed over
Stitches dissolved
New skin shines pearl-like
In the morning sun
Stretches to touch
The wholeness
Of things placed
Just where they should be

A tree in the ruined yard
Clings by its roots
To soil slowly enriched 
By last year’s fallen fruit
And bends towards the light 
Pouring its warmth 
Through slats in the blind
Onto the chair 

Outside, the stones ring out
With the cut and scrape
Of mortar 
What has been, is named
With each slab laid down 
Truth is released
And the blocks grow to form
Not a monument, but a future home
 
The room sings with the sound
Of work in progress
Reordering chaos  
The drawing together 
Of hard choice and wonder
At how right it is 
That the wind still blows
On a field of corn