Spring isn't the only new beginning

© harrington

Hi! Thanks for stopping. As some of you may be aware, a couple of weeks ago I  suffered a serious, self-inflicted accident by getting knocked over by one of our dogs. After spending several hours in neurosurgery, I've been trying to get back to what I laughingly refer to as "normal." Part of normalcy, for me, is trying my hand at being a poet. Today, I finally felt up to revisiting that part of my life. During the course of writing Recuperation, I also gained a long suspected and denied insight into the human part of nature I'm most familiar with, me. I find the following  sad, but true, although not as profound or charming as Joan Walsh Anglund's small book: Spring is a new beginning.

RECUPERATION

        J Harrington

It’s been how long,

Three weeks?

A month?

Since I’ve felt at

My old full strength

When I could do

A daily chore

Which I, so foolish, would resent

And so resist each chore and more

A daily grind

It seemed a bore

It was unkind

I was a grump

Now my head’s rent,

            And staple-filled

My body trashed

            By different pills

Oh, what I’d give

            This very day

To do a chore

            And feel OK

Someday soon

            I have no doubt

I’ll rejoin Life

            And  then back out

Back to a grump

            Whose chores bug him

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Joni Mitchell said it much better in her song Big Yellow Taxi. Come again when you can, rants raves and reflections served here daily.