ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 6 August 2023

Today’s Reverse draws its inspiration from each stanza from the past week since I fell out of my daily cadence for a few days. Sometimes my hard drive just needs a reboot or two to stop spinning. I hate that sound, the whirring out of control ringing, causing my RAM to scatter as my operating system slowly glitches to a crashing blank monitor. Yep, reboot is the only remedy when this happens. Or, in case you’re not following my geeky summarization, identifying the need for intervention, self care, deep breathing, very long naps, several of them.

So that’s how our week went…high anticipation…tentative, compounding disappointment, biting reality suckiness…high anticipation, again, tinged with trepidation, disappointment looming, biting reality suckiness…my beloved and I, as her caretaker, learning the hard truth that life will not be going as planned, and me racking my brain for plan D, E, F or G…I’ve lost count. To be honest we’re long past A, B and C. The villain? A rare disorder called CRPS (aka an incurable chronic disorder comprised of angry nerves and excruciating, unmitigated pain). I don’t know how she endures this day in and day out. She inspires me every day as she shows up to life. As for me…I’m girding my loins…I’m not really sure what that means, but I’m girding nonetheless, for the battle ahead in search ways to manage this, our new normal, for meaningful treatment, and ultimately for a cure. Plot twists are a bitch! Through it all we remain optimistic, and hopeful, and grateful for each breath. It’s life. It’s our life.

Oh…did I mention that I was privileged to witness the Carolina fledglings take their first flight? There was that too this week. 💚

I hope this finds you and those you love healthy and happy. Find someone…anyone really, and hug them. They probably need it. 💚

ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 6 August 2023

I’ve settled softly into my skin
lulling sleeping fools along
I’d dream of sleep, if only
slow drip, struggle is all I know
the cow jumped over the moon
but what’s a truth seeker to do
nothing’s left to be debated 
signs are everywhere, can’t miss it
deceived by the cool breeze at dawn

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time.