[Carol H.]

I came across this a few days ago and just wanted to share it with all of my sisters:



"see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest--"


Jane Hirshfield, From "For What Binds Us"