Surgical Procedures

Surgery at its best— my tools are made in the molding of various emotions. I wipe myself clean and wash my hands thoroughly in the collected water at the highest altitude. The bleeding comes with cries, push and shoves, tender eyes. Open wounds pulsate at their touch. Surgical procedures encircle the healing process. I study the soul, and my hands contain all that arrives with new life. Washing away the bloodstained sheets, gauzing the past with new temptation that finds itself occupied with new life and salient rest.