Inside

Apprehension follows the sense
of the next few months as my range of movement
decreases daily.

The numbness in my right foot started
up my calf last week. My left foot was due up
in weeks.

When it happens in real-time:
being able to move only fifteen feet from one end
to the other end. The world masked by memories.

Someone called and told me that I would soon
think my legs
were part of the earth like the trunk of a tree.

Sometimes I leave the apartment or I feel like I do
or I may as well have. Groceries are in the fridge
and I am sore.

Sometimes I wake up and I am back home in Decatur:
light bleeds through the magnolia in the front yard
and I hear bustling on the floor below.