908 The Body Undependable: Pneumonia 05-12-2020

That the functions of my body
might turn against me!
Leave me,
fetal clutched,
buried in bed.
At the bottom of every breath
hides a trap
ready to trip,
to wrap
its iron claws
tight-round my lungs.
When every step I try
is a shaky-tight-rope-wabble,
one small step for a man
and maybe his next.

We are fearfully and wonderfully made,
balanced on a pin head.
But.
inevitable,
unexpected
comes these moments,
when a fickle center of gravity
shifts
and our whole whirling world
spins,
out of our
alleged
control.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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