Two fawns and a doe

on the other side of a fence

looked across the park,

seeking to escape the barking dog

and retreat to high grass

Once upon a time,

or so the story opens.

At least that’s what we say.

But is it really some imaginary

tale we tell ourselves to

make the reality speak more softly?

A little activity is the start

a short walk

getting longer each time

brings healing

It has been just seven months since my heart attack and everything else. During that time I was really not able to write creatively, until now. I don't know why, but it seemed as if the weight of circumstance worked against me, demanding I focus on other "things" and that I not force myself. It was (and is) a difficult challenge. But finally, today, creativity returned.

I don't claim that this simple poem is one of my best or even that it is mediocre. But, it is a poem of significance because I met the flower on a hike with Maya, getting me out and into nature. It stood high and proud and all by itself and spoke to me. So, I share with you, our readers

Recovery is challenging

So many changes as one struggles

medications, exercises, examinations

too many people, all concerned

then not enough