Separate Survivors

John G. Young, M.D.

 

The view from the sixteenth floor
is spectacular
but far from others
who walk the beach
and swim the ocean.

I see my wife,
looking down longingly
through walls of glass
from her adjustable bed,
and witness pain--
her life a window,
not a door.

The water is warm
in the pool,
the kids noisy
but my daughter,
can't hear them
call to her
with her aids off
to swim.

My boat lies ready to depart
at a moments notice,
its only passengers
barnacles and silt.
I can see, hear, and leave,
but I'm tied to the dock--
I know separation
of another kind.

 

Adventures in Creativity