October 13, 2013 (I was 68)
8
days later
To come
down the stairs
not of
independent volition
is a
demanding revelation
not whole
and immediate
but of
considered expansion
well
after the fact of the act
The
initial realization of survival
is
quickly followed by truth of insecurity
The
assessed relief no major damage
and a few
deep breaths acknowledge the grace
of an
occasion of good fortune
Then a
shift of attention to minor immediacies
There are
abrasions contusions and sprains
blood to
stop ointments and bandages to apply
while the
considerations begin to focus
The
implications insistently apparent
alone in
the house in the night
mobile
phones out of reach if I were immobile
Then the
ibuprofen and extra pillows
the ice
bag moved from station to station
with an
amalgam of prayerful incantation
Curses at
careless unawareness
Hesitant
tear of self-pity lost
in a
grander wakefulness as I dropped to sleep
Night
aroused the deeper pains
Aches of
bounced muscles and yanked sinew
arm
shoulder hip knee and ankle
presented
during my dawn walk
knowledge
now that a recurring concept
would wait
atop every stair
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