It was in the time when the rains began
I awakened from my coma
Weak
and twitchy.
I don’t know what had roused me to consciousness—
Was
it you?
I remembered more than I thought I would,
But
with less interest, having now rested so near death.
Your shoulders are very broad, and you are strong,
So
I think that you hardly notice how I am leaning on you
As
I exercise the tightness out of my mind,
Stretch
the sinews of my heart
And
restore circulation to my limbs.
And I am fairly certain you are unaware
How
precious your small remarks are, which you take for granted as courtesy,
Because
they confirm my small successes,
Incremental
restoration.
You surely have seen, though,
That
I brighten as you walk through the door.
My feeling of gratitude remains undimmed for small gestures in a time of weakness.
Go ahead and be kind to someone today. You just never know.
