among the weapons
a silver box
wooden cracked and with a broken lock
a frequency hums beneath the lid
something too weak to lift the lid
cold wheezes from the keyhole
a chuckling choking from
*shake it* an empty box
silvered with cold
among the weapons
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So What Do I Love Now?
When I was healthier, pre-illness, I trusted my body to do what I asked. I hiked my gear in and out with my trusty dog Mr.B. I worked out. I volunteered. I never accepted help- which drove my husband crazy. I was fit strong. Then whack. ME hit hard.
Next 5 years in bed. Couldn’t think straight, focus, get downstairs. Shortly, it was hell. I found the right med combination for me and the last year I’ve been slowly getting my life back. As in grocery shopping. As in spending time with friends. Little things I overlooked when I was running around conquering life. This is not what I look like today. 5 years in bed was rough on me. But I walked through hell for over 8 years and got my smile back. I see this picture which used to bring me despair- and now see hope. Hope for a life back in nature, back in the world, back on my feet hiking in my gear. But today is not this day. It may be again because exists the opportunity to grow– and for that I am eternally grateful. Right now I love what tomorrow will be, I love writing as always, I love second chances and I believe in all of them with all my heart.
Running Thunder Hands
— my original WordPress site from way back when I was healthier. It’s tai chi heavy and I hope to be able to revive it again. Have a peek just for fun.
Runningthunderhands.wordpress.com
Or search for “runningthunderhands” in the search box under sites. High fives and fist bumps.
On Aging
Deep water lines
Swallowed up the bridge lines
learning you like butter and sour cream on your potato
as the waters rise
the unimportant bits and bites
make me wealthy in knowledge of you
and it becomes sort of a wisdom
one i will weep at your gravesite
filling everywhere with you
Darkling glass
shift a degree
tell me
in this fallow light
what do you see?
So Many
Wander shorelines seashell hunter and miss all the sea glass etched snow on the surface of someone’s drunken slip break night’s fever a dinner for three beggars on the lip of Mississippi spirals of fishing line lost to us like so many catfish slit and tossed back in
Return
Return, spirits
bathe me in satin and silk
still wings of their mirth
drown me in sleep
encircle me in living fur
and I will dance morning into your eyes
I will give you the pricking stars
Holidays
in the root going to spruce some old poems be out for a touch. ooo, Aby
Coming to Terms
As I bury the day, my heart unblocks
And you limp out
We dance to Billie
I listen past breathless
Saying I can’t breathe I can’t breathe
You’re gone
You’re gone
You’re gone
Down into the cellars, the Sial do crawl
Scritching and scratching along the walls
Run, jack rabbit- fly, hawk!
The once humble demon is on the move
The once humbled div has learned to buck
AbyKittiwake 