SNIPPETS OF REALITY Done bits of doing rick-rack on the edge I'll return by midnight: soft grace of an elegant paw probes the jar, extracts the plastic the rubber-bands the gold braclet, the paper clips, the small rock, the plastic rib, the yellow feather, joy.
a bent head, an ear with a nose at the edge, sniffing, intensity, delight, more, tossed against a whiskered watchfulness, noble-kind kitten, gentle savage, patience, pretty pity, must eat. Now. He steps from his contemplation into my heart, purrrrrrrrrrrrring
Why is it that every-once-in-awhile my knees are attacked?
Every now and again I cannot walk for a few hours or a day.
And/or for weeks I walk in pain, for no known reason, not
a fall or a twist or a sprain or strain, the pain just starts in, and gets
worse and worse and worse until, having for the most part
been noble about it and restrained, uncomplaining, I suddenly
just give up in despair. Suicide. How can I go on living when
I can't even walk. I shake my fist at the sky, hoping God is
paying attention. But he's not. But what is it that directs that
axis of evil to my knees? I misused them running, one time?
long ago? striding on the Boston Commons? I did that, took
eight weeks before the pain subsided. But it did subside. Was
that the first time? Ah, a bit before that, when I first started running,
I remember shin-splints because I was running in bad shoes.
The shoes corrected the ache on my shin bone. I can remember no
specific knee-hurts before that. I was in my forties then. So maybe it
did all start with the striding on the Commons. Being utterly free,
exhilarated, full of energy and youth and vigor. For that is certainly
how I felt, those few days before this present knee-hurt started.
As if God were intent on striking me down for being so joyous!
Then, perhaps it is psychological: weak-kneed, lily-livered, kneeling
before one's fate, kneeling before one's god, kneeling down, humble.
Don't be too assured of your "chosen" status. Hit her in the knees.
Break his knees. It's well known what knee pain will do.
How many times have my knees done me in?
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