Monday, September 15, 2003

Fracturversary

It was a year ago yesterday that I fell from a very slow-moving bicycle and broke my wrist badly enough to turn a cop’s stomach.  Yesterday I cooked breakfast and lunch for the people who got me through it.  That means that two days ago I carried the ingredients upstairs and chopped and stirred and prepared them.  That means I’m done with recovery.  I’ve been rebuilt - better, faster, stronger.  Naturally, all this drove me to tortured versification.  To wit:

A triumph of the masses
it’s so utterly behind me
what was once completely broken
is now stronger than before
Didn’t even lose my glasses
How’d those zebras know to find me
As I meditate aloft in crow and
firmly shut the door.

One year of mending later
with the help of friends and fortune
I don’t think about the hardware
or the damage that was done
I am now a celebrator
all has come to an accord, u
-niquely in the form of scars where
what was shattered now is one. 

At least I know Pea will like it because I mention scars.  But they’re pretty cool scars.  I’m grateful to each of you who was my correspondent during my recovery, imaginary friends and otherwise.  Your interest and concern helped me a lot.  And now, I’m ready to move on.