Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

The Desert Sand

The Desert Sand

The wind blew in bursts.

Microscopic grains of sand
swirled about.

In the taxi cab you sat
your lower back
having given out.

Arriving at the hotel,
you seriously doubted
if on getting out
you’d be able to stand.

Fearfully you struggled
and were so relieved to see
passersby
with open hearts
asking if you needed
assistance.

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4 thoughts on “The Desert Sand

  1. Just something about a world that cares. Good to hear from you Tom.

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  2. Indeed, Don.

    Thanks. I’m expecting to have a little time to write this month before I’m off again in May.

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  3. Great to have you back, and a great poem to come back on. Not that it means anything, but I’m having lower back issues as we speak. I can walk, but with pain. I have one of those little electrical doohickeys strapped to my back.

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    • Good to be back, but it won’t be for long. I’ll be gone again in May, and I think come end of summer when I start my new job, it’ll be quite difficult to keep blogging. I’d like to think I’ll visit my favorite blogs though. You’ve got my email so if you don’t see me around, please use it.

      I hope you get over it very soon. Any idea what caused it? Part of the secret (and I know lot of good it did me recently) is to know what sets it off.

      I’m really surprised at how popular lower back pain is.

      “If you have lower back pain, you are not alone. About 80 percent of adults experience low back pain at some point in their lifetimes. It is the most common cause of job-related disability and a leading contributor to missed work days. In a large survey, more than a quarter of adults reported experiencing low back pain during the past 3 months.”
      http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/backpain/detail_backpain.htm

      I had my first incident during high school after bending over typing for hours on a paper and I couldn’t get straight. For years it was largely my incredibly bad posture but I think I’ve also inherited some sort of family weakness. It’s not hemophilia so I’m grateful.

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