In Recovery We came from all directions a caravan of tatters burdened by broken bodies To the uninitiated, this passage of peoples surely as random as a rout a seasonal ritual or word-of-mouth pilgrimage perhaps to hear a prophet speak of reasons and unfathomable answers Some of us left there bewildered by the pitiless nature of affliction and the core of humanity that smoulders in such fevered ashes
Following a hospital inpatient stint with pneumonia, “In recovery” is a poem I wrote “on this very date in a previous year” – re-published here for Fandango’s Flashback Friday
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