Tears Wrinkle the Leather Seats
Distracting myself
at the window
of the hospital room,
the alley below matches
the bleak white walls
where we persist,
and, for the sake of sanity,
I attempt to set syllables
into lines of verse.
Thomas wrote
with passion,
“Rage, rage against
the dying of the light”
yet in this room
a glum florescence
endlessly flickers in the face
of courage and strength.
What might we do
but acknowledge the optimism
of friends and strangers,
then scream in the dark essence
of our lonely chambers.
Sometimes, en route
to his bedside,
in the confines of the car,
with the windows closed
during summer heat, I sob
and keep on sobbing.,
knowing this season will end
more differently
than any before it.
- © Michael Keshigian 2022
Michael Keshigian is the author of 14 poetry collections, his latest, What To Do With Intangibles, published by Cyberwit.net . His most recent poems have appeared in Muddy River Review, Smoky Quartz, San Pedro River Review, Tipton Poetry Journal. He has been published in numerous national and international journals and has appeared as feature writer in twenty publications with 7 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations.
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