Stroke of Genius
Hmm, I have a hand full of ink
but what will I write...
Is action everything?
Silent but listening
Silence then pump
Silence then pump
Pen begins to flow
writing is a life-line
Zig-zag lines from
a critical care monitor
beeping everytime
a heart pumps
or that plastic Slinky
machine ooshes
everytime lungs
exhale air
Words are nothing
Action is everything
Silence then pump
Silence then pump
I tried talking
inaudible mumblings
which raised some questions
Will he make it?
Will he pull through?
Will he ever be the same?
Gesturing for a pen
I began scribbling
Focused on three words
some machine beeps
rapidly from renewed activity
Distracted, I lost I
and began again
Silence then scribble
zig-zag line up
lungs inhale
Slinky draws down
she waits anticipated
nurses asked
"What are you saying,"
Tears began to roll the moment
I realized that if I couldn't speak
but could scribble
silence then love
silence then you
I laid the pen
and pad down
and realized
Writing was everything.
Silence then beep
Silence then...
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