Poetry by Steve Swank from our virtual circles

Dyslexia
Steven Swank 15 Myao 2020

As onesome who nowks,
say I,
Lexdysias of the wordl untie!

Feeling Lost

When we feel lost—
there are days that we
might,
when even our friends
can’t make it alright,
I lie down in nature
and take off my shoes.

My sister has cancer,
is planning the end,
takes comfort in memory,
but does not pretend

My sister is passing,
is choosing the how—
that will come later,
she’s living the now

When we feel lost—
there are days that we
might,
when even our friends
can’t make it alright,
I lie down in nature
and take off my shoes.

She is walking the path
her routines daily change,
sometimes it’s math
and her battery range

Today as we talked
she laughed on the phone,
she’s not a complainer,
that’s clear as her tone
When we feel lost—
there are days that we
might,
when even our friends
can’t make it alright,
I lie down in nature
and take off my shoes.

Grateful and content
spending time with her
kids,
and talking most days
with one of her sibs

My other sister says,
folks wait in the next
room,
she sees them anticipate
the joyous retune

When we feel lost—
there are days that we
might,
when even our friends
can’t make it alright,
I lie down in nature
and take off my shoes.

Some wonder what happens
when the body is done,
some say we go on,
of them I am one

I’m sure we’ll share
stories
about our lives past,
be true and sublime
when together at last.