A Disease

Creating a space to breathe
Wondering connection?
Lights flicker
Lights ablaze
Hold held
Slight laugh
Long walks at evening

Can one wish be granted?
Hope often disguised
Don’t let me guess
More than survive
Perhaps coffee?
Sit a spell?
Whisper

Lean towards
A childhood beach
Crying out at times
Questions divine
Fostering
Night sounds
Gradual wisdom

Long lines
Pushed aside
Clutching springtime
Different kinds of frailty
Heart held high
Time travel
Bright moon

Every three months
Fear, sometimes slight
Waiting rooms
Old magazines
Waiting
Cold stethoscope
A blur

Present
Lowered gaze
Lifted
Never fully healed
And that’s ok
Lighthouses beam
Circumspect

          
Greg Miller
Rosehedge/Multifaith Works
Housing Program Director