Wobblingly Woozy

colony / rattling / still / lose / crunch / life / fits / hunch / scan / packages / grasping / chains

Original DDE™ art: “Wobblingly Woozy” — by: rob kistner © 3/9/26

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scan of my beeping phone — Amazon Fresh at 4:00 AM
text glowing — a delivery — frozen groceries on my stoop

packages under the porch light — bulging paper bags—
breathing cold air — I step softly onto my quiet deck

still — the street sleeps while my hushed door opens
my front light waking to extinguish the darkness

colony of simple shapes flank the wooden porch-planks
brown bags with handles standing patiently waiting

hunch of caution murmurs somewhere in my stomach
balance lately has not been a sure companion

lose my focus — suddenly I awkwardly fall backward
when reaching carelessly for the next grocery bag

rattling my nerves when my damned heel catches—
fridge doors are just not a soft place to land

crunch of stiff cardboard box folding underfoot
is followed by my tailbone sharply meeting tile

life compresses to a flash-bang of excruciating pain
my shrill shrieks filling the humming kitchen air

fits of unbridled expletives erupt spontaneously
indescribable pain spreads throughout my butt

grasping for counter to steady the spinning room
until the floor releases its claim to my gluteus

chains of stars still floating aloft in my head—
I try putting groceries away — wobblingly woozy

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Original DDE™ art: ”Gettin’ Too Old” by: rob kistner © 3/9/26 rob kistner © 2/26/26

Poetry at: Sunday Whirl

Poetry at: dVerse

 

4 thoughts on “Wobblingly Woozy”

    1. Thank you very much Sara — I am doing better… at least I am beginning to be able to sit reasonably comfortable, and it’s getting better. 🙂 I am sitting here watching series entitled the Madison enjoying some occasional, wonderful tears — not from the pain in my butt, rather the pain in my soul because this show is reminding me what my failing health has robbed from me. I still live in the midst of this natural glory, but I am no longer able to wander deep into it and be touched intimately by its wonder. At least I can still behold the edges of it with my eyes. I so hope that the generations to come still have this to embrace, because human consumptive greed and careless stupidity does threaten it. 🙁

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