Stuck

Posted May 30, 2010, at 11:08 p.m.

And so you think your sprained
and broken wrist, which takes its own
sweet time to heal, could be a sign,
a signal from somewhere in the universe,

or maybe from some dark pool of your own grief
that even you can’t find. And your suddenly
alien arm, too, refuses to respond
to your conscious will, remains a heavy weight,

night and day, forcing you to sit
in the stillness. And it seems as if
it always comes down to this:
your life cruising down the highway,

you in the driver’s seat, singing
your heart out to whatever music
you find, body taut with the thrill
of being alive, every tendril of every branch

clear against blue sky, until
you hit the proverbial road block-
Bam! Stopped in the road, blinking
and shaken by your sudden immobility,

what else can you do but wait,
hoping for someone, something, to offer
a jump start, to signal a new direction
and send you on your way?

 

Carolyn Locke of Troy teaches English at Mount View High School. 

 

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