The Undercurrent of Urgency
The undercurrent of urgency is in the air
I recognize the quiet screaming.
This beckoning to follow the unspoken call
is just a part of the path I silently pursue.
The air is heavy with foreboding though
I cannot see the spirits.
I sit down, offer small talk while
thoughts roll around in my head, I wait
for the right words to surface.
God be with you on your journey,
then, God Bless you!
I stand, say goodbye, thank
the nurse on duty. She says she will
pray for all of us, I thank her again
as tears begin.
A day later, from the quiet of sleep
he leaves to begin his journey.
This poem was published by Joyce and Michael
Gullickson in their chapbook: The Enigmatist 2014