Last night, I got into bed and experienced incredible pain in the bottom of my left toe. I could not sleep and felt very sick. This morning I woke tired, aware of how debilitating pain can be. Here is my poem of the morning. I also saw, once again, that when I push, even a little, I seem to pay for it in some way the next day. I am building some reserve, and still, I am not where I was a year ago. And yet, I am grateful that each day I am a little stronger, a little more able to dance and play. Each day is a little longer for me. I am grateful for the lengthening days, and new strength that grows and flows, within and without.
Dragonfly Light
Back to sleep this morning
like a flower not ready to wake,
needing more sun,
more rain and space to fill out petals
with the coursing strength
of wings -
When Fatigue Slows My Entry to Day
I gather sticks of birch
and form a whisk,
beat eggs into a froth
rising, like light,
to meet the day,
circling a path of energy
in which to wake
and bake
the mixing of sugar,
flour, and butter,
in cookies round,
as leis.