Saturday, December 5, 2015

Sitting on the ice looking at my bloody thigh

Sitting on the ice looking
at my bloody thigh
wishing to hell I could afford
the cost of digging my cell phone
out of my pocket and calling
for uniformed men and their
I looked around for a tree
or telephone pole
with which to haul myself up
to start the slow limp home
and I saw that the rising sun was sending
red streaks out into the sky
like the streaks of my blood in the snow
I said out loud
red sky in morning
sailor take warning
as if walking on icy sidewalks
is cousin to sailing the ocean


Sayre said...

Oh, no... Ice is so treacherous in so many ways. I've gone down a few times too when I lived in OKC. I hope it really WASN'T so bad that an ambulance was necessary! Love the last 5 lines - so poetic.

S said...

ICE (on sidewalks, steps, and roads) SUCKS.
- sherri h