Friday, December 02, 2011


Image found at NYpersonalinjury blog.

Walking where I've strolled before,
I stumble over unanticipated obstacles.

At first, I hardly flinch and land like a cat on my feet - feeling steady, feeling graceful.
Other times I catch my feet and have to take a minute to recover, but still land upright in the end.
Then there are the trip ups that lead to all out crashes - face forward on the way up the stairs or a butt bouncing trip all the way down.

In the washing machine spin cycle tumble - the world is a blur of color, sound and sensation.

Is there an injury?
Do I spring back up on my feet - embarrassed for the fall.
Up and down are shuffled in an unpredictable jumble of misdirection.
Are things really out of whack or do I just need some reorientation of space?
Is limbo where I belong?

It happens so fast and ends so abruptly,
like waking up startled and sweaty
from a dream -
of falling.

The chaos settles into fuzzy mindedness as the world tips upright once again.

Walking where I've strolled before -
unanticipated obstacles wait for me to stumble.

I need some grace to stroll with me on this path.

T.L. Eastman Dec. 2011"


Angelia Sims Hardy said...

Grace is always a nice companion.

I once fell and broke my wrist in two places. Oddly enough, it was what brought my boyfriend and I back together who is now my husband.

A break to end the break type of thing.

Wild stuff. Love this post!

Visiting from NaBloPoMo December thread. I signed up too.

Tara Lamont said...

Thank you for stopping by and sharing your broken wrist story. In the midst of "broken" things its hard to imagine the whole - so thank you for reminding me of that as well.
I hope you enjoy December blogging - it's great to meet you via NaBloPoMo!