Day: March 25, 2015

Letter From The CCWF

It’s been a bit of a rough morning

I didn’t sleep well

I was blessed by god, with a broken back

Not truly broke, but not in good working order

These damaged nerves, sciatica is to blame

So I spent the morning hobbling around

Aided by an often needed cane

Finally, I succumb to the pain

And down some Advil

These little helpers who will tear at my gut all day long

Last night I made plans for today

I was going to ride my bike

To a recently discovered marsh

I had planned on spending the whole day exploring, writing

And drinking some wine

I get so excited about these new finds

That I pace my house all night

But, as it often goes

My back doesn’t feel like cooperating

I’m left bent and only a shade from crippled

So while the meds kick in, I wonder around, looking for something

Anything, to waste my time

I finally decide on reading yesterdays mail

I skim past the bills and useless realtor sales pitches

Until I come across a hand written envelope

Addressed from a friend, and sent from the CCWF

A friend, who I haven’t seen or heard from

In a painfully long time

They caught her in ’09

trafficking, they said

She loved the pills

So much so, that I have trouble believing

She would ever give them up

Yet alone sell them

But they got her

And she’s been parked in Chowchilla, California

Pretty much ever since

I had trouble reading it

She was the last person I expected

I would be catching up with, this morning

She wrote of how she had been

And how she was sorry she hadn’t written sooner

She writes of our times camping and hiking

And how she hopes I’m still at it

Finally, she closes with a line

About how she would like to hear from me

She still has a long time, ahead of her

And I wish I could speed that up

After I finish the letter

I make my way to the typewriter

I sit down, and put in a piece of paper

But nothing comes to mind

Too many things to say

And all this causes more discomfort

So I get up, without thinking

Grab the backpack I packed last night

And head out to the marsh

I need to clear my head

And cloud it, all at the same time

She would enjoy this spot

I just know it

And I’ll finish my letter to her

By telling her, how we’ll see it together

When she gets out

Sometime after 2029

© Dicky J Loweman 2015