Counting and learning

One

I know what it is to be broken

Two 

Body parts packaged

Three

Claimed by Medicine

Four

That I would not

Five

Move ankle, neck, wrist or knee

Six

Again like I used to

Seven

Every movement in pain

Eight

Memories of what is no longer

Nine

These numbers are distracting

Ten

Can’t I do without counting?

Eleven

Be without measure?

Twelve

The tree is in shadow

Thirteen

A squirrel drops shells on my head

Fourteen

The sun arrives very small

Fifteen

Light on my fingers is warm

Sixteen

Light in my eyes makes me squint

Seventeen

Day is reaching the place

Eighteen

Where the tree branches spread

Nineteen

I hold in mid-step, facing the light

Twenty

Or is it Twenty-one?

Twenty-one

Arms have left Tired behind

Twenty-two

Legs fluid and low

Twenty-three

Garden flowers are beautiful 

Twenty-four

No pain as I turn

Arms over my head

A circle after circles

I come to a stop

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