to where I was some years ago
I take my pen in hand
which had yielded to a keyboard
when awhile back
technology seduced my hands
and disallowed my cursive style.
At first I heralded the freedom to retire –
I viewed this as an opportunity
and would no longer
connect with others anymore –
a momentary glitch in my assessing –
the fallout from the damage to my Apple.
But soon I felt the loss down deep within
and knew that I would mend the “broken” –
that I would only take the pen
until my needed help arrived
to put me back into the saddle again –
an ancient metaphor I use
because it feels that way.
even though it’s been so many years
since I have fallen off a horse.