I have fallen so many times...and in so many ways. Once while riding my bicycle across Kansas, on a windless day with a flat road and no traffic, I rode my bike and trailer right into a deep ditch. It was one painful fall in a life full of them. This poem captures all that perfectly.
Barbara Byers lives in Nob Hill. She pedals past my house on her way home every day.
You may fall.
If you fall it will be hard.
Brittle arms may lift you to your knees
and you will stand.
When you fall
thunder cracks your bones
invisible bruises bloom
inside swollen knees and shocked wrists.
If you walk away whole,
ache will form your cast.
You will be locked
inside your own slow-motion shell.
You will have to shake yourself by the ears
And promise yourself
not to crash again.
Albuquerque, August 2011
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