I remember Tai Chi in early morning,

washed in fog lifting through trees,

blissful, moving as if in dream.

Suddenly I stumble on a twisted ankle.

Jolted awake, gasping for breath as if struck,

nausea fills me, tears wash my face.

Drifting in fantasy I was not there

in my body. Forgetting her,

I hurt her. Horrified, I knew I always had.