Time’s Caprices by Charlotte F. Otten #amwriting #poetry #poem #prose #health

DÆDALUS Magazine

Art: SMC.

TIME’S CAPRICES by Charlotte F. Otten

High on an ambulance chariot
attended by firemen and paramedics
who assured me

there was nothing an orthopedic surgeon
couldn’t do,
Time collapsed into incompatible moments,

vanished in the anesthetic
and in the shot that numbed my leg
for 24 ambushed hours.

I found myself in a short-lived bed,
then in another in a Rehab Center
with mostly older patients who

felt no ‘before’ or ‘after,’
and I with a leg cast
heavy as a sack of broken concrete

regularly lifted by an air machine
into bed and bathroom to keep weight
off the injured leg, counting each day

by the number of airlifts,
graduating to a board that I learned how
to slide on with a rhyme from childhood,

“Red Rover, Red Rover,
Let Charlotte come over,”
and I heard Time chuckling behind my ear.

How long did it take for…

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