FREE VERSE Poem: wake, by Janna Lopez

a hand searches
my unrecognized face
as glue

new creases—
above brow, a crevasse
of floating courage

each texture waxes
and wanes a
moon story—

fraught beams lift beyond
and fall below
tidal currents of skin

testament flesh

wearing evidence
of grief’s illumination
gently pulling wake
through love’s shadow