Struggling
to bend over in the morning to
put
on my socks upon awakening,
excruciating
arthritic hip pain, each and
every
day the same.
Take
morning medication and lead the
dog
out to the patio to do her business.
A
few puffs from the first cigarette then
warming
a cup of coffee in the microwave.
The
same methodically as I did yesterday,
and
the day before, and for countless days
in
a row.
Nesting
in the recliner and turning on TV:
first
the weather then Morning Joe on
MSMBC,
same old, same old religiously as
part
of my daily routine.
Everyday
the same—same pain, same clothes,
faithfully
retracing the same wobbly and
limited
footsteps and movements everyday,
day
after day for months on end exactly
the
same.
Snooze
and sip a bit. Dog between my knees,
wakening
around 7Am, tune TV to Classical
music
on demand. Reach for my cane, tentatively
head
for the bathroom—morning business and
second
cigarette.
The
never ending trail from beginning to end is
worn
into the carpet intrenched into my mind
revealing
a personal interpretation and realiza-
tion
of the blind leading the blind.
Settle
into the recliner once again, read some
poetry
from the same poet as the day before.
Check
to see responses on Facebook from
yesterday,
all run together the same, day after
day.
Post some photos, repeated from days,
months,
years before. Who cares anymore?
Even
the day, name one from any day of the
week,
could be the same.
The
muse whispers a word or two and I’m
off
to writing something new. Thank God,
this
brief relief and a modest gift of change.
Tomorrow,
perhaps a shower and clean
socks.
For today, safe and secure wallowing
in
the etch-a-sketch pattern of everyday
sameness
I have made.
Not
to worry, inevitably one day a change.
That
day, something different is bound to
arrive,
and what more can I say?
Stay
tuned, same time, same place…
And
as always, you all shall be the first
to
know should I survive.
Oh
the sameness? The dog, even she
doesn’t seem to mind.
doesn’t seem to mind.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 5-18-2020
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