Thursday, January 18, 2024

difficult calls

She unplugs her phone repeatedly

Disconnecting the landline jack

Alone in her solitary memory care room

Wanting no contact with unknown callers


The staff regularly plug it back in

So she tried disassembling the phone 

But the weekly phone call visit still happens

Despite her angry objections


My sister keeps making the difficult calls 

Hoping for a rare good day

To be recognized as her loving daughter 

But mostly receiving rejection


How upsetting for both of them

To be trapped in the disconnect

Talking to an unfamiliar person

Unhappy with unwanted attention 


Finding herself isolated among strangers

Dismayed that they purport to know her

Asking for contact only through letters

To escape the frustrating interactions


The last time I saw her she knew me

Glad that I came with my daughter

To take a few things being passed on

To prepare to move to assisted living 


Our chance to connect saying goodbye

And I gave her a book that I hoped might help

The story of Someone I Used To Know

As if anyone can handle losing yourself

 

Harns Marsh January 18, 2024

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

the roofers

Watching silhouettes against a darkening sky

Long past sunset workers still up on the sloped roof

Seen as we walk past on the street below

With the car headlights already on


None of them have safety harnesses

And still they rush to get more done

When one misstep means sudden death

Tired at the end of a very long day


They are replacing the tiles on the roof

Damaged by the last hurricane here

Doing every building in the complex

A large crew we see every day


Starting very early and working quite late

With a half hour break after five hours

To eat and rest before five or six hours more

Getting up to do it again six days a week


Moving quickly nonstop working together

Bending lifting carrying climbing hour after hour

Sometimes running across the roof fearlessly

We look on them with respect and concern


Admiring their good humor hearing them laugh

Having fun however they can it seems to me

Hearing the nail gun staccato like playing a drum

But I see them lie down exhausted at lunch


They are immigrants doing the hardest work

Arriving here not knowing the language

Consigned to manual labor and low pay

Who deserve our thanks and a better life

Six Mile Cypress Slough January 17, 2024