Suddenly A Hospital Stay

by

Alan C. Keimig

How can we talk about the things
We haven't been for years? It's too
Late to rise the soul up into its
Proper place, the feathers of our wings
All primed and glistened in that
Narrow band of sunlight streaming
In. Still we can not fly. Can we
Be the fox, the bear, the elk or
Deer, the whale or porpoise
Or the skunk instead? Maybe someday
Or once we were. I stand by the
Very white light looking into all
The colors giving out my misgivings
Here. Sure as I submit to its safe
Calculations it will like most other
Things turn bad and be gray rain
And cold weather all around. The
White chalk turns to dust, the colored
Sticks yield up a likeness of my memory,
Submission once again to the blank page.
Never-the-less I am a lover surely as
I am a saint or manor Lord. Woman
I have failed you lying on this hospital bed
With all my shattered dreams half awake
Afraid to close my eyes or breath too deeply
Just in case it won't go down or something
Stops suddenly and stays. How I wish
The wind would drag your scent through
That door and leave it for a year and
Still another after that and sanctify just now
My room. The hall activity keeps me alive
The probes and scans waiting waiting
Noise strange sounds unidentified
Woman to woman Oh woman
Of my will will you someday be a story
For my eyes. Hero yes I can be the
Scatter on the forest floor, pine duff and
Quiet sounds. The breathing of last breathes
I am told gets easier to accept the
Dying will, the poem and finally words.
Lover is it cold and gray and raining out today?

NEXT?
Why don't you look at We are not so dumb after all
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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