healing and human

there are a couple of people 
who may be able to identify this
 years of fingertips patinaed this wood
over the funky decorative painting
the latch many times repaired
this is what an old house holds: layers of time and lives
and if
i look up
on an ordinary may day
i sometimes see little dances
 or down, the ferny places

 that invite me to ponder
 as do the cool mornings we had last week
as healing progressed
and i didn't work on the book.
 i think
healing and decay
all keep us human
 knowing our place.