Inspired by Jane Antonia Cornish’s, “Wave Cycles”, from her album, Constellations (2018)

i am weighted by your sadness weighed by the wait in sorry hospital rooms in bars and rhythmic beeps they punctuate the silence as we stare out green-curtained windows and wonder: why so much snow in April? snow clinging still to trees to stillness in its becoming blooming into weight, a pulse of wait as red against a darkened screen an LED of green, translucent as your skin and all this waiting repeated steps in hallways footfalls, silence on linoleum silent stretcher sails past and we see ourselves as patients, potential waiting to occupy that seat, that barely covered bottom and i am watching, feel your weight on my bones in the blood you once transferred to me cords never cut on birth days only death, only days left, weight stares out curtained windows stares at frost from your breath that threatens threatens to fall like showers April snow falling weightless into waves © Renée M. Sgroi, 2019 First published in The Banister Poetry Anthology, Canadian Authors Association -- Niagara Branch, 2019
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