Chainsaw

One minute he was pruning a tree.
The next, he had stepped off
into the air.
He hung there for what seemed
the longest time
Hanging on, yes.
But he was hanging on
to the chainsaw.

He fell and crushed his heel,
a modern-day Achilles,
trusting in the wrong support.

Twelve steps later,
he’s ready to move on.
walking without a moon boot,
smiling and almost able
to look his sister in the eye,
gingerly relying on a different,
higher support.

Walk on, brother.

Virginia Gilbert, 2007

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