sweet spaces

September 2, 2011 § 2 Comments

I knew there would be
sweet spaces in his senility
filled with phrases
only the enlightened
of the world 
would understand
I would shift restlessly 
waiting for those times

learning the art of
code breaking
I would sit between the 
machinery and bedrail
watching for the telltale 
brightening of his eyes

anticipating the brief
straightening of the spine
that would signify the coming
of some great insight
he may have been
meditating on for years

one, only now
allowed to slip
through loose threads
in the faded tapestry
of his life

then this giant of a man
would again be in conversation
with any
number of people
but me
the only other 
person in the room 


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