I can't sleep…
In all the mountains,
Stillness;
In the treetops
Not a breath of wind.
The birds are silent in the woods.
Just wait: soon enough
You will be quiet too.
~ Robert Hass, “After Goethe” from Time and Materials.
Credits: Photo – Wolerxne. Poem – Nemophilies
Maybe
it’s like the elders say:
‘Ajurtnarmat.’
Nothing to be done.”
~ Tagak Curley, “The Nation“
Sources: Photo by mennyfox55. Quote – Schonwieder
Notes:
Monday
Bliss.
All systems go.
Light gushes in and warms.
“The day was crisp and bright, the atmosphere quivering with life.”
Tuesday
Morning shower – a slow bend to soap.
A twinge in the lower left back.
A punch in the stomach. A kick in the…
Hands stretch to reach for the wall.
Cannot straighten. Will not straighten.
“Ash, bits of bone, a handful of sand”
Wednesday
Shifting and shifting and shifting on train seat.
I stand and let the up escalator work – can’t take the jarring from the stairs.
I ease up and down from curbs as I cross-town.
I shift my briefcase from left to right to left hand to transfer weight.
A slow walk, yet breathless. Sweat beads on my forehead.
A low throbbing migraine. Knee bone connected to…
Rain falls, a light mist, cooling.
“We are wooed, then mocked, plagued like Amfortas, King of the Grail Knights, by a wound refusing to heal.” Continue reading “A Slow Walk. Back.”
