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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.
RECUPERATIONJ HarringtonIt’s been how long,Three weeks?A month?Since I’ve felt atMy old full strengthWhen I could doA daily choreWhich I, so foolish, would resentAnd so resist each chore and moreA daily grindIt seemed a boreIt was unkindI was a grumpNow my head’s rent,And staple-filledMy body trashedBy different pillsOh, what I’d giveThis very dayTo do a choreAnd feel OKSomeday soonI have no doubtI’ll rejoin LifeAnd then back outBack to a grumpWhose 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.
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