Visible- Poetry Collection

Frustration

By @ArdenBrooks

I broke my leg in that blind leap

and never did figure out which was the best foot to put forward.

I saw no other way, and it was time to go, besides --

I heard the dinner bell ringing,

and my hands were sore from juicing all those lemons.

Doctors did what they could for me:

they gave me crutches and a pamphlet on how to fall off a log.

I tried to keep my hand on the outside wall, but frankly,

I was as surprised as anyone

when I could only move on the diagonal.

I got lapped ten times and started

telling myself I didn't want the sun. I wasn't brave enough.

But maybe I just wasn't clever enough. After all,

I never did see the point --

why tortoise-shell combs after I'd cut off my hair?

I've come to the table, at last,

limping and breathless and dizzy and the sun looks so delicious...

but now Pascal and Nietsche won't give up their damn forks, so

here I am, stopped at a green light.