Birds search for seeds in frozen turf.
The driveway is thick with mire.
Hidden ice tricks me, flings
me forward onto hip, thrusts
my head against the breezeway frame.
The sky writhes, the ground grasps
my shoulders, my hands weep
crimson. I'm a child again, fearful,
thirsting for a friend's soothing voice.
update: after about 5 days my minor symptoms from the
fall went away. i think i am back to "normal" now! Thanks
for everyone's concern. Suki