09/24/2025
Here's a poem I wrote about a place I love and realized, of course, is also deeply personal; about my reach for meaning in nature--the natural world outside, and the nature of myself.
Since my surgery in Barcelona, I learned that untying my spine (we call it de-tethering) was only the first step in a journey to recovering myself. I suppose people call it the Id. The surgery reset my circulatory system, bringing more blood to my brain & body. Now most days I feel like I've lived the last 13 years in some sort of amnesiac fog; that is, when I'm not back in that fog. I'm also returning to myself in a way that's difficult to quantify. To explain.
The surgery is also in the process of resetting my central nervous system--and it is wreaking havoc! I now know that I have strong co-morbid conditions, including several rare diseases. These have taken my health away again and started me on a whole new path.
More awake. More aware. And still fighting like hell!
island song
Born from rocks and churning sea
Pebbled shores, cliffs rising free
Stone and craggy beauty lies
On turtle's back between wind's sigh
Of constitution, water bears
The triumph of my lakes, my lairs
The trees, my hair, give brittle shade
To deer and rabbits, mushroom glade
My meadows sweet with wild grass
For farms to make upon my back
Do you see my mountains, then?
My swaying back, my sweet glens?
In quiet darkness lies my force
And people, songs, up on my shores
-AL Cunningham 2024