Sunday in the Park

I'm too much

Inside my head.

Pondering what's

Going on in my body.

Connecting synapses

To fill the gaps

Of information overload.

I need to get outside

And open my mind

To let the fresh air in.

Anniversary

I still go to the phone

To call mom.

In my mind they're still there

At 1286 Scheffer,

Sitting in their recliners

Mom's legs tucked up

Under her

In her sweats

Dad with beer

On the table between them.

Clock over head

Chiming the time

And counting

The precious minutes.

My Story

Each new person to cross my path

Becomes a part of my story.

My compassionate surgeon

Who explains the path is not straight.

The nurses who treat me professionally

But more important, mother me.

The voice from the phone-

My lifeline,

Who with a hug and a tear

Becomes a real person.

Smiling faces

With kind words

And encouragement.

These are some of the heroes

Who've become part of my story.

My Neon

My car has cancer.

First my brake line

Rusted out.

Whether in sympathy pains

Or old age.

Then on its next run

Out of the garage

The gas line broke.

Poor Neon,

Like me,

Doesn't know

If it's coming or going.

My MUGA Test

Needle under the skin

Intrusive attack

Rape of the veins.

A mental phobia

Inflicted on the body

Another test to pass.

Information Overload

I need the facts

I need to know

What could happen

So I can choose

How I react.

I can't change anything

But myself.

So I need to know

What my options are.

I can't enjoy the trees

If I don't know

I'm in a forest.

Health History

Little aches and pains

Seem to creep up on us

As we age.

An ouch here

A groan there

That awful noise

We make to get up.

Our bodies have

Their own language.

Maybe it's trying

To tell me something.