It’s funny that we say “out of commission,” but rarely the opposite. In my case, I just had hip replacement surgery, and had a lot of worrying to do beforehand. I mean a LOT. But it turned out to be so much less invasive than I imagined. I was up and walking within hours, and went home the next morning. In any case, I am back, and here is your belated poem selection for the week:
Learning How to Write the Beginning
I’d want it to be early autumn,
a day like today, still green,
but gold around the edges,
our old yellow lab lying at your feet,
a Red Stripe beer
on the redwood table.
The sky would be as soft and faded
as that shirt you used to wear,
and it would be quiet, not even birdsong,
nothing to betray
what led up to the middle
or happened in the end.