My bones are healing

11, almost 12 weeks in.

I was given the go ahead to put weight

on my right knee, ankle and heel. 

Ditto for my left shoulder and arm.

Friday, in physical therapy

Lydia had me get out of the wheelchair, take off

My boot and walk across the room

To the parallel bars.  And I did.  My legs and feet

And knees and ankles remembering

This motion, this movement.

It felt so good. 

The world

looks different when you are sitting,

flatter, compared to this world

of windows and being above

the tops of tables, beds,

so far above

the floor.

I took two thousand steps Friday. 

I love walking. 

But today, this isn’t walking, this I don’t love.

The stiffness the swelling, the pain in my heel

With each step has me freezing in place. 

My bones, rock

my desire, silent. 

I feel a tiredness I’ve never felt before.

I want to get back in my wheelchair

Zoom around– I had mastered that–

but I can’t, won’t.

Just like I can’t

go back to the body

that I had before I got hit.

But I will walk, walk

with a limp, with a crutch, for now. I will walk

slowly, leaning into you, I will walk through

this pain.

I will walk.

I will.

jks February 2025