Infusion

I read your latest chap bookwhile standing in the kitchen drinking coffee, pondering life’s journey...like we used to, together. (Two) poets seeking meaning.

I infuse the words into my being

knowing its extending my life

Like stem cells are extending yours...

injected by strangers in hospital many miles from here. Medics seeking a cure.

I’m grateful to have this piece of you

to pour over, as we wait for good news. Reciting poems in my head, they are spoken in your voice, your intention. I miss you.  

Your grandson asleep on my shoulder, (chubby angel), causes muscles to rage,

like his red hair does his temper. Or perhaps that’s a myth, perpetuated by our need for answers to this existence. I hope he will grow to know you... be like you, intensely passionate but kind.

I take a break from reading, use the restroom... plunge a toilet...wash up...all one handed. Never waking the sleeping babe. But women are the weaker sex. Sure. You raised me to know better. Believe in my strength/power. Reach for the stars....

I think about that expression. Why we reach for light in the darkness...darkness we inevitably become. I pray it’s not today. Hope the cells rejuvenate, fill the holes ... in your bones...and in my heart.

Photo Credit: NJ DeVico www.njdevico.com