These lines are for everyone housebound in hospital or at home due to broken bones or anything wrong with legs/mobility.

Housebound (sonnet)
Sara L. Russell, 11th September 2007

I love a softly-spun herringbone sky,
 Fanned out into a burgeoning of plumes;
Too infinite to span by human eye,
 Too distant for dreamers in lonely rooms.

I love cumulous islands, set adrift
 On misty blue, as if on tranquil sea;
Where reeling peterels may swoop or lift
 Upon the slipstreams of eternity.

Sweet love, make me a present of the sky
 In all its incarnations, shrouds and veils;
That I might breathe again before I die
 And free the spirit when the body fails.

For walls enclose eternities of days
And ceilings dim the sky in concrete greys.