1/12/09
Learning the detail of the suburban winter
Zipped up steps start slow and stooped
The crime scene, deflated corpses of holiday saints on the lawn,
Waiting for a breath of hot air to revive them, early resurrection
Each squirrel runs a confused fast track
The local paper’s attempt at survival
Creates plastic covered headline only obstacles
For the giants tails to avoid
Micro dogs complain and wag
Usually in non-matching pairs
Along the fence, upon the trampoline, over the hedgerow
Their sonic injection ends as I pass the property line
They warned that things could be more beautiful
And that my boat could also go adrift
The emotion of having yourself lay open
Just as serious as the metaphorical version
Bare trees creak and bend
The spread of the leafless branches look arterial
I look for blockages and heartbeats
And pull the fabric from my itching chest
Left or right, how long will I go,
The sidewalk ends, the alleys merge
The road closed for the new railway
The walk detoured, not ended, not now
The dreadful new homes of a branded renaissance
Dropped on the old neighborhoods like stage weights
The wager of a turning tide in three different kinds of krick
The shotgun shack seems homey and real
Riding a wave of gratitude and frustration
Still young and strong but knocked about
Learning to live with things in God’s time
As the impatience of mine got me here.
The cold air arouses, the sweat crosses my back
Like a superstitious athlete approaching the mound
I turn and return, the limited menu
Mastering the 20 minute mile.
Tags: Poetry, recovery, reflection, rehab, walk
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Your friends and followers are glad you write about your recovery here, speaking at least for this one. Sorry the JOMC/Calliflower email got so out of control Sunday. For some it was Calliflower email that caused problems. For others it was my attempts to keep ppl informed. Thankfully, Calliflower has a pretty great PM that's really helping us with the Ajax glitches and I'm trying to get a handle on my own hyperness with keeping folks informed via email.
You were (silently) missed when we got to the music discussion of the 'cast, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who hopes you will decide to join us at some later date. You're always welcome and I believe you know where to find me if you ever decide that you do want a JOMC invite (assuming the show continues beyond next week, that is).
Whether you ever decide to join the JOMC conversation or not, I'll still be looking in on you here at Bitterman Circle. Yours is one podcast hubby-o-mine has ever taken an interest in listening to …even beyond that! He's asked to hear more of them. That's SAYING something. I believe you have a few more here that will keep him happy enough. My guess is that when he asks and I expect to find none, you will have posted a new one.
Hope the sun is smiling on you when you get this!
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Keep up the work Aron.
I'm glad you are still around to master the 20 minute mile.
I enjoy reading your Blog, but it would also be nice if you threw us an audio from time to time.I enjoyed meeting you in Nashville at the Bruce show.
Take Care of yourself and listen to your doctor!
Mike Arnold -
Hey A-Ron,
Beautiful.
Hang tough, and keep the faith…..
Butch Allen
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Stay off the trampoline, brother.
Like the poem.
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Aron, you take care. We need to keep all the good guys as long as we can. We miss Cha here at the “G”. Hope to see you in the future back in stride and full of life and laughs. God bless and all my love. Larry (aka Dr.Evil) Basinski at the Garden.
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