Tuesday, October 25, 2016


First appointment with my neurologist this morning. He was stunned that I "made it" into NIH.

Accomplishments are sometimes
Not our own.
I am the first
Of oh so many patients
Of my neurologist
Who has made it
How did you do it?
He asked
How did you do it?
It was not mine
This accomplishment
It was a smidgen
My son
My daughter
My first husband.
It was not mine
But still
It was.
How did you do it?
I flew.

Monday, October 24, 2016


Being home is good and right.

This is right.
Shadows of trees
Play through
The open
Front door.
Cool enough air says
You are home.
This air
Is not conditioned
On anything
Except the weather.
This air
The unconditioned sun.

Sunday, October 23, 2016


It’s good to see green
Watch the cats
The birds
My beloved drinking coffee
At the dining table.
It’s good
I tell you
Here we are
All of us.
Soon a walk
To the corner
And back.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Lost words

Home and thinking about NIH, One of the medications I'm on (I believe) makes word retrieval sometimes difficult. For a "word person" this is hard. Still, I have names for a couple more pieces to the puzzle, The neuropathy in my legs and feet was caused by my being on floor in a particular position for hours in April. It even has a special name "toilet seat neuropathy." This appeals to my quirky sense of humor. They found "bright spots" in my brain, which will need to be watched, My EEG shows I am predisposed to seizures. Who knew?

When I take my time
Lost words
Are found
Rather like lost socks
In the washer
In the dryer
Or never washed
At all.
When I take my time
Lost words appear
From the bright spots
In my brain,
Those undefined
Bright spots.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Two more steps

The legs and feet have nothing to do with the epilepsy. The nerves will return on their own. I greet my feet every morning, say goodnight every evening. My beloved arrives this afternoon, along with the MRI. More brain pictures. Meanwhile my sloth and I do our version of cavorting in the hallway.

Waiting for my beloved
And the last MRI.
Two steps
To leaving.
I walk
Up and down the hall
With Rosemary.
I wait well
These days,
Take in particular data
For the doctors
Back home,
Me and Rosemary
Walking the halls
Of this place.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Running like a sloth with Rosemary.

Now I walk up and down
The halls
With Rosemary, my sloth,
In the pocket of my walker.
She is my company here.
One patient told me
About her recent trip
To Panama
Seeing wonderful two-toed sloths
Do you know they
Can move really fast?
She asked.
I didn’t.
Now I know.
Now I can dream about
Me and Rosemary

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


No birds to watch out my door or window here...so I make them up.

Everyone admitted
To the floor
Is admitted by two people:
One who knows
The ropes,
One who is learning.
I watch them walking
By my door
In twos
Almost like
Mother duck and duckling.
I expect them
To quack.