Fusion Poem by Sarah Sisson

I have fused such past and
present into a wise conjunction
of saturated peace. The days
of old are a haunting. A blessing
emerges from the dimmed
colorless scope of time.
One moment of clarity,
when things made sense, brought
the light to the table and the
snakes no longer hid in the pathways.
The gnawed off feet did grow back.
The loss of worth regrew and
in this concoction a legacy was born.

Copyright 01-05-2009