A Poem - I Got Big Bones

My last post was a tad self-indulgent...that's me. I kick start myself in strange ways. Last night we watched a live program sponsored by the Public Theatre. The Apple Family Plays, What Do We Need to Talk About by Richard Nelson.

I wrote a poem inspired by what I saw as we enjoyed a dessert made for us by our neighbors Steve and Cathy.

I got big bones

Feel them now

My elbow joint

Through old skin as young muscle recedes.

The Wound Dresser has not gotten to me yet

I lay quiet on my gurney at night 

Tourniquet tight about my voice

So that things might not be said

The ought not be said

‘specially

during a crisis.

World always in crisis.

Some type of crisis or another

I won’t go into that here. You know. 

You know what I mean.

Quarantine. Is sublime. I have lived

Everyday of April. Noticed

The time. Relished morning.

Noticed new growth

Outside.

Inside.

Regular sleep.

Coffee. Yoga. My wife

Not rushing away from me

Only to return stressed from her day

We spend sunrise together

And night

And lunch.

Dinner and after

Relaxed Mind goes good with Makers Mark

And dessert a gift from our neighbors

And then sleep

Mostly regular sleep

Except when cats create

Mischief and Mayhem

Then I feel that bearded man

Standing over me

Assessing my condition

My situation. I scan his face

For a clue