My Achilles Tendon and I

I don’t even know how this happened

A punishment for having bad thoughts? 

I raced across the street to dodge a bus

When I felt my leg tie up in knots

This happened on May Twenty-Three

Since then I’ve not gone here or there

Though I’m one percent better each day

I still plant both feet on each stair

My world, as I know it, has come to its end

No workouts, no Zumba, no dancing

I’ve ended all hikes in the forest

All running, all skipping, all prancing

I’ve stopped doing walks to my office

All sojourns to our new grocery store

I don’t even browse at the the yard sales

I’d have to say life is a bore

Of course I’m still living and breathing

I watch more TV than my norm

I keep closer track of Donald Trump 

And sit in the eye of the storm

Who would think that one muscle determines one’s fate? 

I try for a modicum of hope

Ice and rest and occasional stretching

Even so, it’s a slippery slope