"Rewriting the Myths, Redefining the Realities"
There is a haze in the valley today;
Too many are too good to ride the bus.
Got to have my ride to myself.
A few drops of Dr. Pepper roll
In a bottle in the aisle of the RTD.
Thirsty as I am I decline;
Someone has poisoned the world.
I must keep up my guard.
I watch the architecture roll past.
I reflect how poorly we house ourselves.
What I’m doing here is my mystery.
All I seem to be doing is chalking up history.
Barely awake, groping for side of bed;
I hit a metal railing.
Panicky – not at home –
Groping around, I hit something.
A voice asks, “What do you need?”
“Where am I – I need to get up, to go
to the bathroom.”
A long time passes – I feel warm
wetness under me.
Someone is putting down the side
railing, assisting me to arise;
Grumbling, “Should have called me earlier.”
“Where am I – I want to go home.”
“This is Sunny View Nursing Home;
This is your home now.”
“No – not MY home.”
Sitting in a chair, waiting as my
bedding is being changed,
I remember – was it yesterday?
Someone came – said something
about Olmstead – rhymes with homestead –
And about going home – MY home.
Not nursing home.
Copyright 2002 A&H Publishing Corporation