Long Covid Relapse
While asleep against
the iced window of a plane
the Adirondack Mountains
hitched a ride in the muscle
of my right shoulder blade
and now I’m a 5’ mountain
weighted and still
grounded in the plains
of the midwest
I am indentured to ableism
yet unable to move
I rain frustration into
the White River
they attest in return
to walk on clouds even
when I dwell in a daze
to sleep as rocks do
to stay put and let
the mud settle in my
turbulent mind
Back into writing poetry after a long hiatus… again. This piece was written in response to a Long Covid flare-up I experienced in October 2023 and the lessons learned from places I’ve met.
The sketch above is from 2019 when visiting the Rocky Mountains. Not the exact same range mentioned, but a beautiful mountain non-the-less. And in the end of the day, all mountains are mountains. Just like all people are mountains. And all mountains are rivers.
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