The Man That is Me

The Man That Is Me

Double-crumpled into U-bend,
I find the man that was me,
still is me – and with boots, rope and crampons –
as keen as ever,
I pull me up my neck and spine,
finding my growing knobbles and sinking crevices peaking
and troughing – perfectly purposed!

Passing over the plateau of myself, I plant a pip, a pop of proof, prior to



p u s h i n g
on
down
into the oblivion of my feet,
prevented from pausing by point and protrusion of raggedy toe-nail,
propelling me back up and over,
returning me to
the crumple
that is the
me that
is now.

The Now-Me.

“Plumb crumble? Double cream?” offers the trolley lady.
“And will that be with tea or coffee?”

And just for a moment, I find that the me that is now,
the Now-Me,
is perfectly-purposed
to taste.

By Jay Cool, 18th February 2023

Written in the voice of a mountaineer, stopped in his tracks by the onset of Parkinson´s Disease, a progressive and incurable illness that (amongst other painful and debilitating symptoms) has caused a severe curvature of his spine.

Image of mountaineer by sebastian del val from Pixabay.
Image of plums by h kama from Pixabay
Image of apple-crumble cake and coffee by Katja S. Verhoeven from Pixabay