A Room Of Our Own
We have been given a room of our own
For a few hours
While we wait for the next phase of the test
A test that is likely to lead nowhere
We are spinning tops and tests
With no answers
Nowhere to turn
We spin with our friendly brain expert
It is something to do
While we wait for the neurons to die
A hundred or a thousand at a time
I am practicing kindness
Practicing patience
Practicing vulnerability, helplessness, love
At least there is not much pain for him
Still he worries and watches
As the stiffening continues
As the limbs harden
Until there is nowhere to go
What a strange unfolding is this
What a quiet trail we are following now
Shall I ask him for guidance
What do you want
Now and now and now
Shall we simply stay in this room till the end
Silent and patient
Without expectations
Waiting for endings that now and then come
- March 29, 2018
