The house I hated
hated me, gave me
a precariously narrow landing
at the top of stairs, so I fell
into intensive care
followed by Neuro-Rehabilitation
residence where I pay little attention
to double vision, double incontinence
and a wheelchair, focusing on the dizziness
which suggested that brain and I
may not be keeping company.
Occupational Therapists –
Nonulia watches me make a cup of tea.
She wants me to make a meal with her
and I refuse. Why risk a pasta salad
accident in an unknown kitchen?
A brain may disregard its instructional
pathways, yet common sense was there.
Was it my refusal to play the game
which removed the security of a wheelchair
to reach the exit on liberation day?
I must stay upright and walk there.
