Poem 361 – Tomorrow…

I will fly with the freedom of a soaring bird,
sweeping through the air with grace and speed,

Do somersaults down the high road,
leaping over fences and running along walls.

Jump up and down like an excited child
unable to contain their glee.

Touch my toes with my nose and
curl my torso impossibly tight.

Stand up and sit down because I can
and then do it all over again.

Pick my clothes up from where I dropped them
and hang them in their proper place.

Pretend I’m Usain Bolt and, with cocky confidence,
sprint down corridors and pull his pose.

Lift twenty crates of food with just one hand,
and juggle with them as if they were balls.

Tomorrow, I will do all these things and more,
but today I’m sitting still.

Unfortunately, the back is not so comfortable today, ah well, tomorrow….
(22.11.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
Photo by Chris on Unsplash

Poem 358 – Oops, I Did It Again

It wasn’t a case of twist and shout,
instead an innocent bend and twinge
and the immediate realisation that,
‘Whatever that was, I shouldn’t have done it!’
This hunch was keen and true, and moving
I knew at once I had returned
back to square one’s vicinity.
Ah well, who wants to be able to sit
unaided and sneeze without electric
spasms? These add such spice to life!

I only tried to pick up my gilet…
(19.11.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
Photo by Inge Poelman on Unsplash

Poem 346 – Upon My Back

The warmth picks its spot,
Carefully centres its cross hairs,
And squeezes on the trigger

Gradually the pressure builds
And joyfully radiates
From this central bull’s-eye.

Massaging the tender
Muscle, it coaxes it to
Relax and begin to smile.

I pulled something in my back a couple of days ago. I’ve no idea when or how, it just suddenly was! Sitting by the inside pool, however, the sun performs wonderful therapy.
(07.11.24)

© Ben Quant 2024