ready again

you study your wounds
in the light. early
morning is best, with
coffee, you pull your
shirt up if you have
already put one on
and turn towards
a window, where the
sun is coming through,
if there is one, and
you look at where the
incision was made, that
crease of skin, hard
and thin, a small
line, a river without
a start or end. and
you touch it, feel
the thick roll
of healed tissue,
and you place
your hand over it,
to feel the beat of
your life, and yes,
there is one. you take
a sip of coffee,
convinced of something,
and you say, okay,
let's go, i'm ready
once again.