Whole

She spoke to me
of roses and
little birds in
her garden--
this woman who
does not know
where she is
or why…she
kept tracing the
long curved line
from her forehead
to the base of
her skull with
fingers, the
sutures come out
tomorrow.
I listened close-
made mental notes-
about putting oak
leaves around the
crown in the fall
and what type of
seed the grackles
won’t steal. whole.
she is whole in
the flowers. she is
whole for a moment.
she is
whole.