the visitors (for Lan)

during the night she wakes me
she sees visions   memories
from her childhood
of a troupe of jugglers
storytellers   mimes
musicians   dancers
who several times each year
came to her village
set between the river and the sea

images sparked
by synapses firing randomly
in her clouding brain

she takes my hand
squeezes each time she laughs
‘look honey look   aren’t they delightful’
yes   yes   I say
kiss her cheek    turn away
to weep in silence

*    *   *

© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s