SUN DAY
It is Sunday, the sun
spills into empty streets,
I stop by the beach
on the way to the hospital,
a volley of laughter
cuts the reggae beat of a radio,
shouts hover over crowds
like invisible birds,
boats drop sails to linger
in their own reflections
I walk through the hot silence
of the hospital corridor,
take the stairs to the second floor,
your room is still
the flowers in the vase
are curling at the edges
you are burning in another sun
the cool water I give
you are unable to swallow
your chest is heaving
whole body resisting
my hand closes over yours
I call for the nurse
then insist on a doctor
I watch through the window
as the doctor takes a side path
six-year old daughter in hand,
he enters your room without her
his feet in thongs,
his actions are abrupt,
he hardly touches you,
‘What’s the point?’ he asks me,
glances at his watch,
I notice sand stuck to his feet,
know his daughter is waiting for him,
and that he can’t see the soul
of the dying man
the sun strikes a window
across the yard
and for a moment I go blind.
THE PROMISE
When you died
I could not look
at the lights across the bay,
the white skyline wavering in water,
I could not sail through the colours of the
strait,
or sway to the conga drums on the beach.
I hated the beauty that once held a
promise.
Now I understand.
The promise was kept after all,
in the way mountains rise above clouds
and the sky comes down to the sea,
the way daffodils light up dark windows
and people shed clothes in the sun,
in the way we hugged each other for joy.
The promise was not that of a future.
Lilija Valis has lived on three continents, in some major cities, including Washington, DC, and San Francisco when there was music in the streets and strangers hugged each other, published in book, literary and e-zine magazines, as well as nine international anthologies, and performed in public libraries, parks, old theatres, pubs, among other places. Asked to step side by COVID until it finishes its performance..
http://pursuitofmisery.wordpress.com/
Powerful and haunting ... I loved both of these, Lilija. <3
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting me know.
DeleteMakes me happy to make a connection!
These beautiful, beautiful poems are an ode to Love, a kiss to a promise fulfilled, a renewal of the rosy tint of life blessed for the loss of a dear, dear loved one. Absolutely lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat a generous response.
DeleteSending love back.