One among many things I learned:
Underfed, and your ankles swell;
Steps up or down – a hobbling oldie,
Your thighs grow fat, leak fluid.
Think of the Yazidis in Iraq, fled
To the mountains, choosing life,
Needing food. They clamber onto
Those heights, and starving ankles puff.
Here in safe Chelsea, I walk slowly
Out of the park, watching my steps
On the ground, watching the little girl
Push her pink doll’s chariot over the grass.
Written at The Royal Marsden Hospital, Chelsea