different light

certain light,
you can see the scar
from the kitten attack years ago.

friends wanted,
and i stepped forward –
a bitten hand, an infected thumb.

another light,
you can see the scabs
from healing the heart wound, reopened.

hopeless, crazed,
a sense of failure,
molds an infinite texture of tears.

morning light,
what wounds can persist
when the goose squawks, breeze across toe hair?