Limping into the lower third (a poem)


On or off
the difference is huge
right or left
far or near
How long will it last, you think?
How much will I see?

Every bit
of contradiction
confuses me
The tension
circles around warily
in search of landing

When it hits
tendons tighten and
scream out loud
Cold hot wire—
no amount of rubbing helps
to let out the slack

A slight limp
marks the beginning
Here come the
golden years
they keep telling us about
I am not ready

(15 October 2016)