If someone had told this poet at any time over the last three days that today she would:
• Walk a quarter mile to the hardware store and back again without limping or staggering even once
• Bring a chair upstairs (!) and
• Stand upon it to reach up and change the lightbulb in her room…
… she would have thought they were as crazy as the ordinary citizen sometimes at first glance thinks herself.
Yesterday morning, she could not so much as sit without listimg to the right against crippling spinal pain; not so much as raise a glass of water in one hand without breathlesy bracing the other upon her knee.
Thank you for your energy!
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at: