Baby Squirrels

Last night I dreamt of a baby squirrel
Who I covered in a t-shirt and carried
Into the tub to heal his wounds. (Where
Did we learn that in the face of fear,
Blindness is what makes us secure?)
I held his body between the palms of
My hands as he bit me and I watched the
Formation of dents in my skin, sore
From the impact. (When will we learn
That we cannot convey empathy through
Sheer force of will?) Trust is built slowly
And meticulously: daily acts of care
Buffered by loving autonomy and support.
(If we cannot relinquish control in our
Dreams, how can we do it in life?)
I let him run away, though it felt
Involuntarily, but I wasn’t ready to
Put in the work and he healed on
His own without my assistance just like
The rest of us. Just like the rest of us
Healing comes more naturally when
Done in concert with one another.
(And there will always be healing
To be done, so let us do it right.)

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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