Summer’s End

I can’t really remember
What I have been doing
These past months, years

Maybe it is a mercy
Maybe it is survival
Maybe it is the only way

To get through it
To the other side
To the down time

I guess we all have the option
To not get involved
Close the door, turn on the TV

Shut it out, shut it down, shut it off
20 + 20 + 20 is an hour
To focus that long isn’t that hard

Run ink tracks through the page
Ride rubber into the sunrise
Coffee fueled, driven, driven mad

Long nights, sit in summer
Meditative rhythm of the respirator
Company of paper and sterile gauze

Passersby issue the hairy eyeball
Jaded nurses yearn for retirement
She walks now, I run

If I could get on my bike
Turn back time
No one would see me til September

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, August 2017

Nursing home

There is still life here
Kindness, courtesy
It is not where anyone
Wants to be
Wants to end up
People here have stories
They have lives
They miss their families
They miss their mom
They may be convinced that
Their mom is coming
To pick them up soon
At eighty years in failing health
They might be right
Whether it is an atrophied brain
Or an atrophied body
There are still hopes
There are still desires
There are still feelings
Of love, of longing
Pain makes life immediate
Pain rewrites brain pathways
How you think of the world
Pain relief is needed
A Vicodin, a clasped hand
A string of Christmas lights
On the window

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, February 2017