Foothills (for Nancy)

so this is it, then
the view outside his hospital window;
the strip malls you will memorize
while one day he eats, one day he will not
or cannot, the almost-painted trees
you will count when you can not keep counting his breaths
and must look elsewhere;
raising your eyes for only a moment
to look out, look up, look away

learn the blueness of granite
rolling under sky in the distance,
a thicker blue
your spirit will sometimes skip over
far back, beyond the Cumberland plane;
that framing denser than sky
that speaks to what they are,
once newborn and screaming edges like the Rockies
now smoothed to Appalachian swelling

a lesson in those foothills,
how time will round out and soften
what seems unspeakably raw and sharp;
impassable terrain, implacable
and unmoving

just remember, in this bitter journey
you begin to walk
you do not always have to blast through
what you can flow over
or float above.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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13 Responses to Foothills (for Nancy)

  1. Rhonda says:

    this is beautiful Susan…hoping she can find some peace in these wonderful images.

  2. nelle says:

    So well done, so insightful, so capturing of an experience and a setting.

  3. Sally says:

    What a beautiful poem. I’ve been there — when we “must look elsewhere”

    Beautiful imagery. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Susan, this is deep. Time is the perfect healer – in the end!

  5. alexanderpseudonym says:

    I’ve been planning to write a similar poem (hospital setting) for a while but having read this I honestly don’t think I can do anything better.

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