Alive again

by Rosemary King

I don't know how to be alive anymore.

My steps feel like my first. I'm clumsy and unsure.  

Fussing, like a baby, I'm frustrated and unsettled. 

My body aching as it stretches outwards towards something it wants.

My eyes see it all again, for the first time. 

I am more alive. I am, in a way, reborn. 

The world once again new. A spectacle to behold. 

But I don't know how to live in it.