Saturday, April 16, 2011

To the girl with the walking frame seen in the hospital corridor:

I heard the thump as you moved the frame forward 
and then I noticed your askew ankle and your hanging hip
I saw your scarf, long sleeves, all covered:
an abaya would be impossible
I was glad you chose movement over decorum

And then I saw your face
ablaze with effort
and I looked for your eyes
and smiled in greeting
Hi, I said, I’ve seen you upstairs
and you smiled in return,
Hi, I’ve seen you upstairs too
and then I heard the thump as you moved away



Elisabeth said...

Poignant and hopeful, Isabel. An inspiration to anyone in rehab. This poem brings back memories for me of my last years broken leg - that thump thump thump.

Jinksy said...

A moment framed by a walking frame?

Lolamouse said...

touching moment. a smile bridges cultures, yes?

Dave King said...

My wife being disabled, I can relate to this. You've judged it perfectly, what to say and what to leave out.

Stafford Ray said...

"I was glad you chose movement over decorum". What a great line!!!

Willow said...

Oh, my, powerful, and I had to look up always teach me new words.