Uprooting

Little wooden bridge over the reservoir,
It will be a long time
Until I see you again.

Tomorrow my foot will
Necessarily be broken,
A cast applied,
And I will go from
Caretaker to care needer.

A long winter’s nap for me indeed.

After this uprooting
Will you and I be different?
Surely so.
When I see you again
Spring will be simmering in your roots.
Will it be simmering in mine as well?

JEHW
January 2, 2014