And different ones
I was on the road,
face planted on blacktop,
a long step off a short curb.
Two broken arms
below the wrists,
goose egg above right eyebrow.
Business street, low speed limit,
plenty of time for cars to stop.
Four cars managed to avoid
running me over; four cars
never stopped. Somehow
I retrieved glasses, hat,
high priorities don’t you know.
Somehow stood up, started to walk
back home; car five pulled over,
nice lady got out, talked me into car.
She and husband drove me home, made sure
Martha was there, would get me to hospital.
They came over next day
to see how I was doing,
brought cookies, card, smiles.
Four cars…
faded…
away.
~ Wry Welwood
28th of August 2021
Special thanks to Maureen and Jeff.
Most of this poem was dictated into software. Less painful that way. Seven days after fall, 5 days after surgery. Made me ponder, how many people have I walked by? How many have I managed to unsee? Good questions for us to ask ourselves.