uncomplicated

 

~

 

on the bus, musing on faces

what attracts and why

what does not, and why not

 

a man with a moustache 

notices me looking at him, i look away

an elderly woman, skin

 

even darker than mine, has the look

of someone who has ridden this line for eons

though i've never seen her

 

there are young women on the bus

none notice me

not obviously, i notice them

 

whatever it is that forms 

in the gut or heart

which is the first inkling

 

of something deeper, doesn't form

just people on the bus

going, coming, thinking thoughts

 

no one appears perturbed

by what might await at their stop

i'm not, when i alight

 

i begin the walk up the hill

thinking of dinner and maryann

how we'll spend the evening, unperturbed

 

not wondering if i'll ride the bus

and sit in my cubicle

and be, one day, more like

 

the elderly dark-skinned woman than not

there are worse things

having a moustache, for one

 

~

 

maryann is staying with me

while she recuperates

from minor surgery, has spent the day in bed

 

sleepy and a little dopey

i make tea, sit with her, we talk about

what attracts and why

 

and why not, it is a mystery

and i think rare

attraction is not enough

 

~

 

maryann is a cat person

i'm confident she would prefer her cat

by her bedside than me

 

i consider mewing, insistently

consider curling up

on her lap and padding her soft tummy

 

the urge passes, i ask her

what she would like for dinner

a little later we are enjoying pesto pasta

 

i'm having wine, she is on codine

we're good, and if it weren't for the care-giving

i would like to go dancing

 

or just go to a bar for drinks

i have another glass of vino, we play

speed scrabble, it's no match

 

codine will do that, we watch a movie

with marisa tomei and hugh grant

then beddy-bye for both of us, i think of the people

 

on the bus, how they go up down, and the wheels

go round and round, but mostly

we sit quietly, semblances of ourselves

 

~

 

i wake, hearing her moan

something isn't right

we uber to the emergency room

 

hours later we are back home

almost daylight, with a script for antibiotic

i stay home, tuesday passes

 

at first slowly, then more pleasantly

as the antibotics kick in, she is feeling better

she skypes with the woman

 

taking care of her cat, all's well

and really, isn't that the point, all's well

i mean, relatively, for now, it's what we have

 

~

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-24 at 13:32

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a lovely poem and poor Maryann hope she is getting well soon. My prayers are with her. Well done Jim
2018-06-03


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed reading this tale very much. It's the way you write that brings such peace to the reader. A ride on the bus, wondering what attracts, looking at the fellow riders, the woman who looked like she rode often. Looking after Marianne, her codeine, her concern about the cat. The uber ride, the emergency room, and all is well after all. I like the uncomplicated life. Good write.
Ashe
2018-05-24


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this sequence a lot. (Am tempted to say, "You had me at 'marisa tomei'!") And I like the traces of our modern world: uber and skype as verbs, as we all use them now! A good read all round, and an engaging story.
2018-05-24