American Life in Poetry: Getting Out of Bed After Surgery
Ted Kooser. Photo credit: UNL Publications and Photography. S.C. Hahn is an American poet now living in Stockholm where, as you’ll see, it can be every bit as hard to get out of bed after an operation as it is here.
You can hear the machinery creaking, can’t you?
Getting Out of Bed After Surgery
This site has no industrial crane that swings an arm around and lowers it to receive a load to raise—pallets of bricks for a wall or rods of steel rebar that will arc in a bridge high over a river: here is only a bed, the low hill of a sheet, and an older man whose gears, stiff with disuse, are leveraging his body, first untucking the legs to lower them down to the floor, then bracing the beam of a left arm against the mattress, the right hand gripping a bed rail, and then the engine of pain turns the whole contraption of bone and flesh into a slow motion, up in increments like a demolition film that’s run in reverse until a newer center of gravity is reached, and the laws of physics require that whatever is down must rise to meet a life that stands waiting.
Ted Kooser. Photo credit: UNL Publications and Photography. S.C. Hahn is an American poet now living in Stockholm where, as you’ll see, it can be every bit as hard to get out of bed after an operation as it is here.
You can hear the machinery creaking, can’t you?
Getting Out of Bed After Surgery
This site has no industrial crane that swings an arm around and lowers it to receive a load to raise—pallets of bricks for a wall or rods of steel rebar that will arc in a bridge high over a river: here is only a bed, the low hill of a sheet, and an older man whose gears, stiff with disuse, are leveraging his body, first untucking the legs to lower them down to the floor, then bracing the beam of a left arm against the mattress, the right hand gripping a bed rail, and then the engine of pain turns the whole contraption of bone and flesh into a slow motion, up in increments like a demolition film that’s run in reverse until a newer center of gravity is reached, and the laws of physics require that whatever is down must rise to meet a life that stands waiting.