When I landed
A bolt of pain went
From my heel up through my leg and spine
And I fell down, like Achilles,
Shivering with shock,
The rest of the class silent with awe.
‘Stay away from horses,’ the doctor told me.
‘It was a gym horse,’ I gladly corrected him,
Not wanting to be perceived as bold
For I was only ten or eleven and
I had all my wild oats to sow.
I remember that bolt of pain
As sharply as I remember my
A silent burst of sensation and then shock.
These were the beginnings of my
Heaven and Hell.