Sunday, May 7, 2017

Physical Therapy Soliloquy

First it was the sound of a
in all its exclamation point
of emergency

Then it was me
evaluating my own
peek-a-boo knee

& then
odd things
made my wistful heart sing
city lights
cold, clean concrete
EKG complete
with its buzzing of a test report
on lyrical repeat
white coats and scrubs
clean nails
unpolished nubs
knowledgeable hands
worried mothers
finding the answers of the universe
while twisting strands
that distinct tinkling of a distant gait belt
around someone's shoulders
making a cadence in halls
answering calls

I don't know how long it'll be
but I will return
there's a visceral yearn

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