Amber Rosary: February 24, 2022
My first rosary in fifty years,
honey-colored amber,
fossilized sap said to bring
sweetness, peace.
Almost before time,
these wild old pines
thrived near Babusia’s
home on the rolling edge
of water and earth,
where she would sit
with the breath of sky
and natural melodies
of resin-blood simmering
beneath furrowed bark
into this string of prayers.
Cross and beads, warm
to touch. My pulse,
a rhythmic drum.