Tuesday, March 26, 2013

I never planned

I never planned
on using grandfather's cane
its handle
suddenly resembling
the neck of a swan

—Ribbons, Autumn 2012

After retirement, my grandfather worked a small farm and was fit and spry until his 90s. I used that simple cane of his for a short while to steady myself on daily walks and outings to grocery stores after my back injury 13 or 14 months ago. 

By the way, I can't (yet? or maybe ever?) work out vigorously on the elliptical, lift weights, cut down large tree limbs, or yank out 20 ft strands of thorny vines—all things I took a certain amount of odd pleasure in doing—but I'm amazed at how relatively strong I am. And that's without any surgery.


  1. I love the way lines 4 & 5 suddenly transform the cane from a symbol of stiffness and disability into one of grace and beauty! Nicely done.

  2. Thanks, Jenny, for this comment and the other one ("we miss you"). This little poem pretty much wrote itself. :)

  3. Oh, there's more! I thought it ended! oops!

    I love the L5 in this one. very graceful and a wonderful contrast to the first four.... stace