Patient Haiku
There’s always hidden perks to a job. One night this week, I found one that I never expected – my own personal poet.
“Theresa and Kalanna
You will be companions
for awhile
when I push the button.”
He speaks in short clipped sentences, but they are deliberate, carefully said and so meaningful. The heart and life that pours through them is incredible.
“Go to the angels
I want to
Be companions, friends
Because
I can please them
Angels
Angels.”
When he felt frustrated in our conversation, he said,
“Kalanna
I’m sorry
The sickness.”
Upon learning my real name, it rung a bell in his mind and we started talking of Roman times,
“Adrienne
Hadrian’s wall
Hadrian’s wall
Adrienne’s wall
Adrienne.”
I love to sit and talk to him when I get a minute at work. He has the most beautiful way of annunciating words. It is as if you are listening to a bard from ancient times, yet I do not believe that his are part of show. No, absolutely genuine.
When I returned the following day, he even greeted me like a bard, saying “Glad tidings of you, Kalanna.” You want to drink in every syllable, savor it and hold it close. Puzzle it out, turn it upside down and inside out, but really they are what they are. Words.
And as if I wasn’t completely bewitched by my new friend already, once when I took leave of him, he gave me this…
“Good – firm hands
Competent
A nurse
A nurse
And I have her.”
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