Red's Wrap

I am becoming infirm one finger at a time
Is this how it happens, digit by digit
Not all at once, being felled in the street
Hit by a car or clutching my chest

My finger must be coaxed to unbend
In the morning, I watch it unfurl in slow motion
No one told me to look out for this
This tiny incapacitation, it comes as a surprise

A fascination, I am entranced by my sick finger
With its slight bend, softer than my father’s little finger
That he broke as a kid and it stayed frozen as a V forever
My finger is an apprentice to my father’s, a fledgling

The hand salve is greasy and smells of mint and other deep things
In a tin like axle grease sold at a general store last century
With my well hand I pull my bent finger, massaging and straightening

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

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