I’ve watched the healing of my thumb —
was wounded by a table saw
whose blade responded to my carelessness.


Every day, for weeks
I’ve seen  the healing process
contend with this intrusion.
It  began by building scabs at first
and then beneath them
tissue was restored


The pain was difficult indeed
but soon diminshed but remained
reminding me that work was going on
though I did not order it —
the work of restoration
did not require my will.


Your thumb
you likely take for granted
‘til its usefulness is lost.
And then you marvel
that it’s nearly indispensable.


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