Notes on Injury, June 2011

My body tells me that something has happened. It is miraculous that anything should happen at all. That the rain should fall again on this night as it did the last, and that the summer should continue until the leaves get tired. I step and I wobble. What amazing memory the body has! I have fallen and landed on my feet, and this was a misstep. I saw no other option, so I have no regrets. I have only evidence of the height and of the hardness of the ground. It has been recorded in my bones. The cracks will disappear soon, but perhaps I will feel their ghosts one day, when I am out walking again. I am thankful that my body remembers. I am thankful that I am alive to the degree that it can.