BEING ALIVE
Unrelenting
heat. The old man with dazed eyes accepts an ice cream. The first taste sends a
flicker of acknowledgement and pleasure. Although I don’t know this man or the
woman who is helping him, I feel the sting of tears.
I am afraid to
see myself in his role, afraid to think of a life imprisoned by mind and body,
afraid to think of needing constant care and attention.
sweat between my
breasts
the unpleasant
awarenessof being alive
CHO, Oct. 2013
4 comments:
We don't ever want to think that far along the way, maybe we don't need too;
very thought provoking haibun
much love...
Thanks, Gillena, for your comments.
Adelaide
A resonant moment.
Thanks, Bill. just got my computer back after beings weeks without it.
Adelaide
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