since my accident has drawn to a close.
I didn’t cross a bridge to mark the milestone, as I have in the past.
I went for a swim, floated around the pool in complete serenity.
I made nutritious smoothies.
Then I went home.
I thought of Battambang. Of Emergency. Of Bangkok. Of angels & spirit guides.
I drank strawberries – and I prayed.
I heard the barking sounds of a new dog in the ‘hood.
I looked up at the sky, the trees, the stick-straight herons soaring elegantly.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I called my sister. We spoke of snow. Hers, not mine.
I planted a seed outside, in the puddle-filled, rain-soaked ground.
May a tree of life (continue to) take hold, then grow and grow into the firmament & beyond.