Moving is no fun, but after living in a nursing home for over two years I find it to be an adventure. My stuff, those things that have been languishing in storage all this time, is finally in my possession again. I am rediscovering myself one box at a time. Each box is filled with memories that make looking back both painful and liberating. This vial of Herkimer diamonds, for example, a gift from my favorite rock hound, Grandpa . . . old birthday cards from people who no longer remember my birthday . . . pictures of my last girlfriend . . . aha, my favorite slippers!
Freedom is exhilarating. Not that being cooped-up kept me from expressing myself or expanding my horizons. Heck, during my stay at the nursing home I wrote over 500 poems, made friends outside the home and explored the microcosm of a world around me with staunch enthusiasm. Still, I thank God I’m on my own again.
summer symphony . . .
oh how the meadow
explodes with song
Reborn, my world is full of new and second chances. Now, each memory, each opportunity, each dream is a reason to grow. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a new man, a new creation.
lightning strikes
as the earth keeps spinning
he climbs the mountain
Haibun Today 12 | 4
