– Margarita Zilberman –
When I tell you this
is familiar, you grip
me the way I gently asked
you not to
You gave me a vessel
and I nestled it
in blue tissue and cloud-
covered amulet
said some doggerel
moved
myself like a dance –
I said to myself:
this moving forward
is also me
This pond of
memory, soaking
of my body
finding potions to coat
That this is my story
of animal healing, knots
soaked in oil, softened
just to know soft
can be done