The Secret Page

The missing book
(the weeping hour)

thorned into the hands
that find it- a page,

the sound of sighing,
the color of a stone,

with shriveled skin
of human kindness;

tender, somber words
that speak of home

and how we might,
at last, reside there.

Here, the shape of life
becomes a window where

all things, kept secret
loosen, rise and spill;

transforms the dark,
misshapen forms

of violence
into a single, precious