Sinew

 

Today I fell a half ghost on a tennis court

After more than a decade I chased a ball

Could not catch it as I crashed into the concrete

As for a second I was nothing but you 

Then came pain as I gazed up into the worried

Eyes of my beloved friend reaching out no bones 

Broken for all the bruised muscle and tendon

So I laughed and came to my feet my sinew

Holding me together for a while longer

Strange how survival makes more a ghost of

Me strange how the pain of my injured arm

Makes me feel less real makes the sensory

World more a dream in which you can appear

The living world I inhabit dissolves transforming 

My very home our very home into a vision of us

In which I always think you are there upstairs

Reading about the death of your Dolly Parton

As I listen to the harmonies of Dead Can Dance

Jack

8/28/26