A WELL TRAVELED HEART

Tag: pain

  • HEART

    HEART



    The cardiologist asks
    “Does it hurt?”
    “No” I say not knowing
    how to describe the
    weight and ache.
    Veins and arteries branch
    heavy and bark covered
    from my core, like limbs.
    My hands go numb when I drive.
    My hips ache at night.
    The dark center of my trunk
    is warm and hollow
    where a nightingale
    sings on her nest.





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  • GYPSY

    GYPSY

    A stranger stands ahead of me 
in line at the Post Office 
in a dusty black hat 
grey gauze hanging below its rim.
Her neck, also dusty, is
bent, the vertebrae like tiny peaks.
An old black jacket hangs from her shoulders.
As she stands in line, she tugs at the jacket
to straighten it.  Her worn black pants fall 
to just above the cast on her ankle.
Gauze wraps that too.
I am afraid to stand near her,
hang back as the line moves forward.
I cannot see her face but fear 
it may be ghastly.

Her turn comes at the counter.
I’m next.
When I glance over, I recognize her. 
She is the gypsy I’ve seen here so often.
Her dark penciled brows 
and bold rouged cheeks usually
paired with dark skirts and tops.
Today, hurt, she does not look herself.
She leaves a suitcase by the door
while she gets her mail.
That task complete, 
she straightens her jacket,
collects her suitcase 
and wheels it and her pain
back into the world.

    depositphotos_150954514_xl.jpegOctober 11, 2021

  • flu

    flu

    Hold every cell still
palm under chin
legs and feet balanced.
Stay in the trough
between cough and ache.
Sleep without waking
the dragon.
Forget how
tooth, limb
and eye
throb and cry
for relief.
Dream,
pray
hope
this will
pass.