[Catherine Chandler]

I've asked Tim if I can post his post-op poem on the Sphere. Will edit back once he replies.

Edited in: Got the OK from Tim to post.

I Tracked the Marshes

I've never feared I might not live till Spring
which seems so far away in February,
winter this year so long that it is scary.
Lord, how I long to see the geese take wing
from corn stubble where snow drifts disappear,
to witness the first greening of the grass.
This year for me it might not come to pass.
Thankful I have a Higher Power to steer
my future I live one day at a time,
write this diary, read my daily psalm
in Sullivan translation. How they calm
a man who has so long aspired to climb
over this prairie where I sank my roots
and tracked the marshes with my muddy boots.




(Tim Murphy, February 9, 2018)