Wednesday, September 20, 2017

An Unexpected Homecoming

Long hallways
now familiar
end in ascending elevators.

Fear turns to trust
as friendly faces
recognize my own.

Comforting conversation
wicks away worry
as I wait
   again
for my heart to survive the operating room.

[written for Rachael at HUP 8/23/17]

Bearing Witness

Tone
more than words mixed
with grunts and labored breathing is thrust
upon a teenage son too busy nursing bottled water
to help fold a mound of clothes.

A father’s face
wet with effort turns puce
as the drink is drained
and the boy fishes for money to buy another bottle.

[written 7/23/17]

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Bearing Witness

Tone
more than words
mixed with grunts and labored breathing
is thrust upon a teenage son
too busy nursing bottled water to help fold a mound of clothes.

A father's face wet with effort
turns puce
as the drink is drained
and the boy fishes for money to buy another bottle.

[written 7/23/17]


Dissed By Dryer

The machine did not want my change
so I changed machines
but this one won't spin...
Closing my eyes,
I breathe--
reminding myself
that I have survived much greater rejection.

[written 7/9/17]


Surviving the Butterfly

Shooting from the hip,
I have flown by the seat of my pants
for far too long.
Now, given a moment to ground,
I keep checking my feet
for quicksand.

[written 7/9/17]


Teleporting

The sound of tires on asphalt
with little effort
transforms into waves on the shore.
A motorcycle hum
metamorphosizes into an outboard motor
as imagination conjures the cry
of a laughing gull.

For a few fleeting moments
an Allentown parking lot
captures Cape May.

[written 7/9/17]


An Einstein Moment

Eyes closed
sitting in sunshine,
I find inspiration as priorities shift like paradigms,
finally full realizing
everything is relative.

[written 5/28/17]


Cycling Wash

Two weeks and a day ago
the call came
as I sat in this laundrymat
watching clothes spin.

Sixteen days of wheels turning on the PA turnpike,
of doctors and nurses
and pharmacists and therapists;
of terror
and relief
and exhaustion.

Knowing he is at home
resting with a new liver,
I sit here again
watching clothes spin
and praying my phone doesn't ring.

[written 5/21/17]


While Waiting

The woman sitting next to me is texting
and it sounds like an energy chime.
With each notification
my mind turns toward an inner temple
and a yearning for peace.

Startled by a touch on my arm,
I jump as she smiles and shows me the message:
"Stupid people should just shut up."

The temple shatters
and I think...
maybe they shouldn't text either...


[written 6/27/17]


Yet Another Panic Attack...

Fiendishly
Erroneous
Apprehension
Returns


[poetry form: acrostic - written 6/19/17]