A sense of wonder, by Arthur Frank

The only real difference
between people
is not health or illness
but the way each holds
onto a sense of value
in life.

When I feel I have no time
to walk out and watch
the sunlight
on the river,
my recovery has gone too far.

A little fear is all right.

It is all right
to know
that in a month
I could be lying
in a hospital bed asking myself
how I spent today.

Holding onto that question −
how did you spend today? −
reminds me to feel
and see and hear.

It is too easy
to become distracted.
When the ordinary becomes

I have to remember those times
when the ordinary
was forbidden
to me.

When I was ill,
all I wanted
was to get back
into the ordinary
flux of activity.

Now that I am back
in the ordinary,
I have to retain
a sense of

at being here.

Arthur Frank, from At the Will of the Body, p.134

Found poems


  1. Thank you for this, Anthony. I sat for twenty minutes yesterday watching the bees on the crocosmia lucifer, which were swaying in the evening breeze and bathed in the evening sun. My husband was sitting there too, playing his guitar. I looked as though i was doing nothing. but I was full of wonder, full of love for the moment.

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