Heal Thyself
B.A. St. Andrews
Begin by remembering
your heart is a plum
and green is the season
of time. Put down
scalpel; put down pen.
You wait in white light
for a reason. To do nothing
is a difficult task.
You are meant to sit
in high silence. This dangerous
paying attention
requires the dominion of
the moment: the ant climbs
its blade of sweet grass;
skin whispers secrets
against your will.
The aim of all quieting
is to pierce the heart
of the target. As muscle
masters bone the soul
assumes its body.
This poem has been reprinted by the Wells College Book Arts Center
in a collection of Dr. St. Andrews' poems, Learning from Renoir. Ordering information can be obtained by contacting them at:
Wells Book Arts Center
Wells College
170 Main Street
Aurora, New York 13026
315-364-3420
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