Barbara Tramonte

A leaf turns

Years of struggle
Therapy
Angst
Introspection
On any given day
Nothing happens.

But three days from any day
New heart tissue grows
Look with curiosity
What is this?

Look with disbelief.
Not completely changed
But altered
Like a bud, like a graft
Like a violin string snapped
Reconsidered.
Where to go from here?