THE LESSON: ADAGIO

To bow

is to breathe: open

then

fold again, slowly:

deep inside

a wounded angel’s

wing throbs & you

must find it:

probe

touch

heal

In

&

out,

like breathing:

(

That’s rather fine, my boy!

)

Ahem:

Out

then

In

&

Open

Open

wing hammering sky          ember to flame

Bear down

Feel the air

beneath your stroke

It’s your baby now            go on

nestle it

bruise it

make it sing