Juxtapositioning

words are foreplay for the soul
January 16th, 2010 by me

Not alone

The room was spare. The single bed, covered in a mauve quilt, was pushed against the wall. A gray and white stuffed dog sat atop the nearby dresser. A single, empty chair filled the space next to the bed.

The woman lay on her back with eyes closed and mouth open, her body slight under the quilt. Her breaths came hard, ragged, with spaces in between. The sound of her labors filled the room.

We quietly arranged ourselves on chairs we had brought for the occasion, facing the woman in the bed. She kept on with her breathing.

One of us whispered. “We’re here to be with you on your journey.”

Hearts lifted in song, quietly, softly.

Out. In.

Above her body, the woman greeted us, smiling, welcoming. We sang.

Others gathered above the woman’s body. A boy she had played with as a child. Family, friends. All her selves through the years. They crowded in above her, waiting. We sang.

Out. In.

We watched for the fall and rise of her chest, our notes matching a dwindling cadence. The people waited.

“I’m glad you’re here, ” the woman said to me. “No one else here can hear me.”

“It’s okay,” I told her. “This can be time. Look, they’re here.”

Out. In.

Our repertoire complete, we gathered our coats and chairs and left the now crowded room.

Out.

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One Response to “Not alone”
  1. Authentic self? Me too, thank you.

    This was the poem of my getting to walk my nervous Mom from her beloved Manhattan, onto the subway that knew exactly where to take her, and up the steps into the bright white light when she reached it… a memory I’m honored to keep close, right down to the slack mouth, just a few days in that single bed, reminders of reunions she’d have soon, us kids singing her songs she’d taught us, and her delivery of silent gratitude through the raspy labored gasps of her deepest coma-sleep about 2 years ago.

    Thank you for sharing a good ‘graduation’ (as I think of it)… moving from one room to another doesn’t have to be anything but expanding, since we all live right here, now.

    Your fan,
    ~GirlPie

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