Turning the Page

Poem based on prompt at Poetic Asides

Turning the Page

At age seventeen
I lay motionless
in a hospital bed.

With some difficulty
I could move my arms.
I kept up at school

with tutors
and a reading machine
I could operate

with some difficulty.
Four buttons moved a roller
left; right; clockwise; counter.

I regained movement.
Now turning a page
is quite easy.

Usually. Sometimes
I have some difficulty
for other reasons.

A strongly written scene
or an apt metaphor
can provide

more resistance
than gravity did
when I was seventeen.