This morning a volcano
turned back into a neck,
simply a neck.
Decades after a tiny
muscle knot had wandered
or was pushed up
under the skull’s tight base,
this morning it emerged,
brimming with thanks.
One small piece of my life
inflamed from being pinned
under the rest
ceased to erupt, stopped spewing
its pain and settled into
the soft landscape.
After long months of stretching,
shrugging, heating, icing,
taken on faith,
today I know it worked,
restoring a volcano
into a neck.