Thank you so much to the SOL community whose kind words encourage me to continue to work on my writing. I especially appreciate Two Writing Teachers for hosting this weekly event.
Since January, my mother languished in the hospital. Writing kept me sort of grounded. Words clamoured their way out of me whenever and wherever they wanted. I've continued to work on a few of these pieces. This poem was written after Mom was transferred to the palliative care ward. A tender intimacy develops there between staff and patients and families.
Here on this space station
We are not the astronauts
This is not the arrival gate
We wander the halls of the departure area
Find refuge in small rooms,
Smile at one another,
Make eye contact,
Ask about each other's travelers.
Occasionally, we celebrate.
A departure is delayed.
We know (without words)
Their ships launch them into unknown galaxies.
Our only certainty,They won't be coming back.