Puppy Love.
Puppy Love.
Our love is a puppy
Endless energy running until it collapses in slumber
Only to bounce back when its name
Is whispered
We learned to temper and train
Our hearts, our minds
And our love was always loyal,
Fed and looked after it followed
The invisible letter.
Today you told me
Your husband is your memory
He carries the weight of your
Medical appointments in his mind.
Fermented dreams.
A poem about chemotherapy, antibiotics and everything in between that represents the human and the patient.
The Tree that Stands by my Window.
Hello tree,
I was a teenager when I first appreciated you.
Your greens were greener then,
But then my hair was thicker
So I shouldn’t compare
Glass houses and all that.
It’s not about the antibiotics.
The cough is getting worse,
Breathing-once a silent unnoticed activity
Punctuating the stillness between sentences
Now a cacophony of rasps and gurgles
Such an undertak-… a challenge
(Let’s avoid some words).
Don’t stare at the light.
We shared an eclipse,
Once in a lifetime
The light fails to shine when it should be shining,
We all laugh at the idiosyncrasy of hoping for a cloudless day
on a day momentarily synonymous with night,
Yet such is the cosmic wrong of the moment,
Indisputable observations of
Birds stilling their song
Insects cease their chirp and
Humans stare
Our primitive ancestors
Watch from modern eyes.

