Across Topography of My Changed World
The day my life went haywire
I saw the storm clouds rush
and cluster from nowhere.
The skeleton of the sunny sky
tumbled down instantly devastated
in the debris of despair,
where the wounded gazelle lost its way,
for it could no longer sprint,
where the robin unlearned to fly forever,
for its wings were broken.
In one dark autumn dusk
fate had played a cruel game
with my legs immobilized.
All the miles I had promised me
will now remain unwalked.
And to the twilight horizon
I’ll wheelchair me
through everything dire,
across the topography
of my changed world.
April 9, 2020
Contest : The Day My Life West Whacko
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
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