"Being Careful After Surgery"
Here I am asking for forgiveness for bending, for stooping,
for actually trying to touch the floor
and its dust: so safely
out of reach.
What can I tell about this risk I take for a piece of discarded paper, this struggling for an empty floor,
a touching of one's shoes?
and the absurdity shuffles me to the left and right (carefully of course)
and I miss the beach with its predictable surf, friendly,
asking for a walk.
My future pours more steps than I have time for and I dream of whom I once was. She was athletic: plopping on the sofa without caution, dancing only for the music
and no attention given to form and allignment.
no thought for the sky or posture or poorly drawn lines.