another poem for my sister, who is doing better, blessed be God
Meanwhile the rain keeps raining
Though she can’t see me
And I can’t see her.
Meanwhile, as the squirrel leaps
Onto the wheel of peanuts,
The nurse says
She’s not going to crash anytime soon.
Meanwhile, though the snow is almost gone,
The wind is up
And the driveway is mud puddles,
The air around her is stale and antiseptic.
Meanwhile the cars whoosh
Along our road
The machines around her
Swish and tick and hum
Breathing for her.