Departure

This is the departure lounge;
from here we go into the dining room.
Some of us think we are going home.
The weather along the corridors is fine.

From here we go into the dining room;
wheelchairs are stacked in an alcove.
The weather along the corridors is fine.
Through the windows we can see rain.

Wheelchairs are stacked in an alcove;
we sit in silence to eat our meal.
Through the windows we can see rain;
I will have a nap straight after lunch.

We sit in silence to eat our meal;
the food is bland, to pamper our digestion.
I will have a nap straight after lunch.
The dining room is rather quiet.

The food is bland, to pamper our digestion.
We only have a short walk from our rooms.
The dining room is rather quiet;
quite a few of us are losing our memories.

We only have a short walk from our rooms;
some of us think we are going home.
Quite a few of us are losing our memories.
This is the departure lounge….

 

Published: New Poets 15 (2010)