Journey
Journey My poetry group has as its theme this month: journeys, modes of transport. I've picked out some good ones from my poetry books, and have also written this, as a reminder to myself not to take things like mobility for granted. Reduced to a walking frame (Shuffle, hop, shuffle, hop. Rest. Repeat.) Each journey Planned meticulously In advance To avoid retracing Effortful steps. Each day confined To the space between Armchair Freezer Bathroom. Stairs a mountain To climb posterially Once each day. Weeks later, and I am freed. Free to wear normal shoes (trainers! sandals!) Free to walk without thinking about every step Free to drive wherever the whim might take me Free to forget and go back for something - even upstairs! Free to tend the garden, decorate, do the monthly shop Free to attend book group, art group, poetry group Free to drive myself to meet up for coffee Free to visit my grandchildren, after twelve long weeks. Free to live and lo