It is a grand, sunful, breezy Autumn afternoon and I am at a window Whereout I may see the trees and the city helicopters react to the wind While I dream of the days after surgery as I labor to rebuild my body - shall I climb one of those trees in the beginning Winter months, do I dare to trust the hands of healing that assure I shall live well - (though not young again, I shall hope to regain those moments of living true to self and others through a continuing renaissance of mind to meet with my bodys new physical wellness, my oooommmm-ing chants are with me even now in hope and fervor of the human man i have always wished and tried to be) That I shall live well and truthful to my future and those places I have marked on a map of spiritual longing such as greeting the wind And the danger of helicopters carrying me or others who are ill To the rooftop beyond the trees outside my writers window Where surgeons who raced bicycles down hills When they were not busy climbing wind-blown heights on mountains Above the treelines where they and I learned to contain our fears While reaching for the heavens righteous dreams of living, of living well Above and far beyond those closest branches that led us high into our lives - tim ward, Barnes & Noble Johns Hopkins Bookstore, 2:09pm, Saturday, October 26, 2013 ( 5 days before surgery) 1st draft, quickwrite - though I may wait til after surgery to do more to it
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 18:12:06 +0000
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