Time and bone ~

 

First the stride goes:

no use for well-loved cowboy boots

my long-legged fast-paced movements.

 

Next the firm step goes:

the hip rebels, the knee adjusts

the foot feels tentative for ground.

 

Then the hobble comes:

the shoulders hunch for balance

the hand reaches out for help.

 

Until it’s all too much, and the cane

becomes a constant companion

worthy almost of a friend’s name.

 

Now, half a year and change later:

feet follow paths gladly, legs swing

freely from a cyborg hip.

 

Time that ground a bone to fragments

spears the remnants of that bone

with titanium. And then moves on.