From My Window

To my right

  clinical sterile,

a hospital ward,

beeps, buzzer alerts,

busy hallways,

the clatter of gurney wheels,

chatter of voices,

the scurrying of busy feet.

Friendly faces, but

  breakfast trays, set routines

 

To my left

  a golf course,

lush green, open,

peaceful,

pine trees so close

  I clearly see the pine cones,

cockatoos on bare branches.

Deeper in the heart

  a colony of kangaroos

  graze the fringes

  from time to time.

 

Tracks through the pines,

chairs, milk crates,

worker’s smoko, cigarettes

he sits, she sits

  though she’s the talker it appears,

maggies, pee wees tame

  come to see what’s

  in it for them.

A couple walking their dog,

a Great Dane cross I think.

 

From my window

  I see three car parks,

I watch a passing parade of

  vehicles as they come to work,

each day a kaleidoscope

  of colours, makes, models,

almost a daily game I play.

 

A Stroke, a hospital bed,

time away from family, but

  greatest strengths shown.

Tedium of routine,

emotions rolling in waves,

days, weeks, months all run the same.

 

It’s snowing,

not heavy enough for cover,

but snowing

a couple walking,

dogs being walked in parklands,

kangaroos resting take flight.

 

I hadn’t seen the kangaroos for days, but

  today I saw them, five maybe six

  off in the mists,

someone said they’d seen two

  near the car park on the weekend.

Where do they go when not in sight?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

You have had many trials & I admire you for sharing each situation in a way that makes it NOT about you, so much, but just about your observations of things beyond what you're going thru. This shows such a strength of character, it's almost more impressive than the way you pick smart imagery details to convey so much more than just what that detail says. Glad you're back & hope you continue to post your very excellent way of seeing life (((HUGS)))

[Richard M]

Hi Margie, Thank you for reading and your insights. Good to be back. Feeling better,, stronger and learning to walk again.
Thank you my friend (((HUGS BACK)))

[Chris Shaw]

Recovering in hospital after a stroke you provide much detail of what can be seen from your bed and through the window. The tedium and routine of each day spanning, weeks, months and seasons. Snow in Australia, I thought. Does it really get that cold there? And yes, where do the kangaroos go when they aren't in view? A great deal of effort required to nurse yourself back to health and no doubt a toll on the emotions. I do hope you are feeling much better now Richard and life is being kind to you. All the best from across the pond. Take care.

Chris

[Richard M]

Thanks Chris for your good wishes. I'm feeling so much better in myself and therapy, although long, is paying off slowly. Am learning to walk again; strangely familiar, but so wonderful! And my poetry is coming back again, so VERY happy!
The kangaroos were my peace in those difficult days.
Yes, it does snow in Australia, esp in the high country down south.
Thank you for reading my friend. Hope you and yours are well?
Richard

[Chris Shaw]

Good to hear dear Richard you are on the mend. Progress may be slow, but if it's in the right direction, just take your time. We are doing ok, although my sis lost her husband to covid in Jan. That's when family come together most. Sending all best wishes for your recovery across the pond.

Chris

[Richard M]

Thank you Chris for words and wishes. My condolences to you all.
Richard