I Wonder - Elizabeth L. Merrick

Can I mold ashes into furniture,
allow myself to rest
amid the burned-out ruins
of my heart?

Can I lay fresh linen
over the green grave of wishes,
set out the bread and gleaming honey
and fruits of summer?

Can I ungrip the last evil thing done to me
and let it scatter to sky
like a flock of seabirds seeking home?

Sometimes a question floats
high as a prayer, trailing blossoms
Sometimes, the asking is
the miracle

Elizabeth L. Merrick lives in Somerville, Massachusetts with her husband. Her poetry has appeared in Green Hills Literary LanternMidwest Poetry Review and elsewhere. A health services researcher and clinical social worker by training, she has also published a guidebook on Boston’s historic house museums.