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
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