Everyone,
Well, I didn't have to make the trip to Lubbock this week, becasue there was no need. Surgeon #2 said he would think about who else I might see and call me. I'll give him until the middle of the week to respond.
Jim
Beyond Disabled
I fall into a chair as she rushes in
To correct my mistakes, clean up my spills
Or clear the path in front of my walker and my frustration.
I shove the impeding frame aside to make room
For her spontaneous, marital efforts.
Then I have to tell her about something I forgot-
Some object I still cling to that I left in another room,
And she must go get it for both of us to move ahead.
I fumble the exchange from walker to crutches going out the door
And stagger the stairs to accompany her in her wake and pace.
It's the same way in public too.
Ordinary citizens open doors and blocked avenues of intention for me.
I watch on some perch or a standing stall before them,
Their helping hands grappling, romoving the barriers before me.
I praise them, still sounding of eventual recovery and competence
Through a public face, but my will and my expectations
Are breaking down-down and around in a mind-sinking, resisted release
To a lame-laden, inglorious acceptance,
Slowed and lowered, reliquishing to another insurgent vision
Of a compassionate, supportive universe.
06-02-2010