rush of blood to the head

nestled with nurture back into its socket
divisions still remain
but what was once a trench of agony
has become a sliver of difference
only the experts can feel it
in the room —a fluttered-lip sigh of hope
at the news of reduction

reports on supply levels murky at best
post-traumatic connection tenuous and upended
like the splaying of veins on a bloodshot eye
it’s time to get to the other side

resurgence begins
the first slow trickle of stream
flowing from far-off monsoon season
bringing life to the desperate and malnourished

blips of waveforms marking the rhythms
push life-giving oxygen right to marrow
arteries acting as bridges
building my future in motion

cells upon cells upon cells
like ants on a mission
mustard seed’s surprising growth trajectory
transforming the landscape
every which way forging 
new pathways listen closely —
the sounds of life coming from death
like the creaky hinges of a run-down barn door giving way
to the untempered brightness of dawn’s day

what was once red as crimson
shall soon be white as snow

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired May 2020