Hello sawdust.
      I'm back.
Scent of sap,
      taste of tannin,
           tickle of fine grit,
after rehab pain,
      through every portal
           you jolt my brain.

Powder of sun ray,
powder of fog's drip,
powder of soil thrust
      through roots to the sky,
hot breath of the forest
      after long illness
           you complete my healing.
Such a feeling!

Sing to me the rhythm of craft.
Guide my fingers, the work will flow.
Sing, sawdust.
Hello!

Note: First published in Snapdragon: A Journal of Healing.