Knee pain. Any suggestions?

One strange thing is that it's January in Bangkok and raining. Rainy season already passed, we thought, but I can barely see past 100 yards from my window. White-grey rain-fog. 3 minutes from now, it will have finished up. Or the mist of clouds will keep it coming. While running this morning, I couldn't tell whether the tiny sprinkles I kept feeling were from the sky or my sweaty head. Silly, I know.

Another "poem." As usual, thoughts welcome. I know you think.

Lord, it’s so hard to see

when my eyes are on me. -Keith Green

Morning, still mourning; dark dust cloaking
the eyes of the day I don’t own;
I say, Mirage? And you, Trail still calling—
not long, just up. Whoever you are,
please be patient with me.
Bracelet chain, necklace chain, anklet chain
weighing, guarding me like I’m just a patch inside
a fancy chain-linked fence. Sisters, daughters? —you say—
Say, who touched me? With a word I could answer
still without gazing up. Dripping jewels,
heavy black lashes. Look, that’s me,
I don’t know where I am; didn’t know
who you were. Breaking up, breaking free:
I try looking up, like you say. Just
to know where to go,
and where to see.

Now I see, and see, and see, and see.