New Legs

by joetwo

Moving slowly


As if on new legs

When in a sense they are

Recently encased in layers of plaster

Held still for months

Allowing the body to do its work

Now free once again

Atrophied and hairless

Pale white from the long darkness

As if new

Eager to practice

And regain their strength

But not too quickly

The memory of pain still strong

Not to eager to return to that state

The wisdom of the once bitten