Thursday, October 15, 2015

Coming home from the hospital with trees around.

I think the thing that attracted me most was the thought of the green. In the hospital the colors range from a cloudy black depth to yellowish shallow beige. ( just leave it ...). I guess they try to make it livable. In the rehab joint the window views were sharp and narrow. In one I saw a crow sit on a chimney . There was an angle and a triptych of concrete gray and lighter gray and darker gray. This would not help anyone. The crow did not stay. For two or three last days they switched me to a room where I saw the tops of trees. While they made sure I could slide on my longboard from my bed to the wheel chair, the wheel chair to the other chair , and back again. The consciousness of temporary ownership was over all , like a tarp at a yard sale . Lots of folks there making a permanent change , the wheel chair now the only motion. My luck was holding.
   So I thought about the green and the trip down Brighton to River Rd. I was warm and not prepared. I was coming from the dark and angular into to warm bright green tunnel that is our world here that we forget . As we forget the infinite range of shifts of shades of green , all of them , and the haze of one tree into another in soft round clouds of deep and light and hazes of green . All of it alive as you left it. Waving gently in a breeze that set your tunnel road moving and the light on every stretch just a split wavelength of subtle green , so many of them, never to have seen so many before. Where had I been looking for all those years? To never have seen this, every inch for all of us, every day and every minute a new world. I liked it. 
    When I ran , before , I ran through trees. I smelled them , breathed their oxygen. I put their leaves on my face, I crushed them to smell the small change from one to another. If there was no other gift for waiting, for staying alive when I didn't remember why I should, this was here now, as if it had been waiting , for one more small mammal. I fell into them all the way home. They surround me now. 

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