Thursday, July 20, 2023

A poem for my occupational therapist, Peg, draft no. 2

Your eyes carried faith

my shoulder might move

in ways it had not

a whole year through

we talked about cows

about farms, bikes, and sons

you pared down the sequence

so it would get done

gave multi-hued bands

to stretch me in odd ways

God bless you now

for your sinewรจd grace