I continue amazed at what is attached to what, like my shoulders attached to my ears. It hadn*t occurred to me that blurry vision was connected to my shoulders blocking my ears. No wonder anxiety threatened the possibility of spring, the veritable Easter-ness of this week of all weeks.
Thus far into Easter
Spring seems a possibility.
The week has already netted
The daughter*s return
From Paris
With stories to tell.
It holds more waiting
For new life to transpire.
I exercised this morning
With vision blurred and tenuous.
The massage lady waited
At the end of the hall,
Fit me in at noon.
Now I know my shoulders
Were attached to my ears.
No longer.
Sometimes different things
Need adjustment.
Spring seems a possibility
This far into Easter.
It holds more waiting.
My shoulders are back
Where they belong.
My vision
Is clearer.
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