Friday, 14 November 2014
New poem: Corridor
I was knocked over in the road near our house
and was in hospital for several months. When
they thought I was well enough, they said that
I should try to walk. They took me to the door
of the ward and said, ‘Walk down the corridor.’
I looked ahead. There were double doors and
beyond that more double doors and beyond that
more double doors and perhaps more beyond
that. I thought of other corridors.
They said, ‘Just think of one step at a time.’
I had forgotten how to walk. I put one foot
forward. The other foot wouldn’t move very far.
It was OK about coming up alongside the first
foot. But it wouldn’t go on. It stopped right there.
Alongside the first foot.
‘Put one hand on the wall, if you want.’
I looked ahead to the double doors. I could get
there, I thought, so long as I don’t try anything
clever. Don’t try that thing where you put one
foot forward and swing the other foot past the
first foot. So I did one foot forward, bring the
other foot up to join it. One foot forward, bring
the other foot up to join it. I looked ahead. There
was no end to the corridor.