Poetry Collection

Healing

It is folly to name the stars, recording size, color, coordinates as watchers do bird sightings in Spring. See yourself from the birds’ point of view. Map your location relative to the Big Bang. May a flock of unnamed spiraling spirits spin around your inner core, remove the blinders from your eyes, turn it all into sweet medicine, then release you to soar.

© Michael E. Middleton 2026  ↑ Back to collection