Short Stories, Essays, Poetry, Journalism.

Suppliant Knee

From the top of the world
On the sunlit slope where pain is miles away
Slick corduroy hills tempting speed
Trees heavy with snow, limbs fit to break
It’s been seven years
since I skied.
Since takeoff, free fall,





and crushing impact.
The death of invincible youth,
the birth of excruciating adulthood.
Hobbling down from the crags
into sinuous crevices.
Physio, MRI, Surgery, Physio,
Physio, MRI, Surgery, Physio.
Left with a scar that won’t stop weeping.

the wheel begins to turn
water’s mirror beckons,
soon I’ll resume the infinite ascent.

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