Monday, May 28, 2012

Patients 

     Hello.

     I am here ... patient.
     I am here and I - am - patience.
     I am as patient as bedrock and black and silence.
I.   I am here... and you are not very patient.
     You are life.
     You are motion and energy and noise.

     You are life and you - are - oblivious.

     I am growing ... my patient.
     I am growing so slowly.
     Slowly like trees and canyons and space.
II.  I am growing...and you are slowing.
     You are still life but...
     You are wondering and wheezing and denying.

     You are wondering and you - are - fear. 

     I have exploded ... patient.
     I have exploded and I - am - rapacious.
     I am operating and gorging and mutating.
III. I am exploding ... and you are fighting.
     You are hope.
     You are chemicals and beams and invocations.

     You are hope and we - are - patients.

     We are tired ... fellow patient.
     We are tired and we - are - waiting.
     Waiting for relief and peace and closure.
IV.  I am here ... and we are inseverable.
     We linger.
     We are silence and acquiescence and patience.

     We linger and we - are - gone.

     Goodbye.
(c) 2012 Norman Dziedzic Jr.
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2 comments:

  1. UnknownSeptember 3, 2012 at 5:06 PM

    Oh, Norm...having dealt with patients and family with cancer, this really strikes a chord. Beautiful.

    Fred Olin

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    1. Norman Dziedzic Jr.September 3, 2012 at 11:03 PM

      Thanks Fred. Not a happy poem but, at least for me, when I write about sad or depressing things, it gives the feelings somewhere to go and I somehow feel better. I hope this poem does the same for anyone who reads it.

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