RETURNING

Returning

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.

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