I crunch leaves

I crunch leaves

By Rebecca Klamert

Nausea sets in as I grip the desk and pause

Focused pain spreads through and through

I falter

Finding the floor of a conference room

I stretch as tears spill on the carpet

Then I stand

In my chair I raise my face to the lines of a poem

Inspiration meant for a future day

I smile

Stepping outside I find a vibrant red tipped yellow leaf sailing

and allow the song of a familiar bird to wash over me

I walk on

After two pain pills and two hours with the TENS

my throat catches on my walk home so I step off the path

and crunch leaves