Name of the Wound (A Poem from 'Wounded Bud')

What the bud calls a wound
we call blossoming.


This is how angels see our
gashed and broken places.


They keep singing,
"Stay open, stay open!"

Don't you know that
through your tears


that world flows as light
into this one?
(From my first book, 'Wounded Bud,'
Collage by Rashani Réa)