i want to move
not the steady trudge of chore time,
but the boulder breaking free,
tumbling in speed gathering fury
i race ahead on muddy wheels
pieces flying off
careening down some other slope
can a flotilla of hearts save me?
After a week of no painting, the carefully enforced post operative rest, I let the irrepressible Muse out for a run. So happy to finally be moving, even if a bit fractured!