The following poem is an experiment using stream of consciousness, emotion and reality. Often, I am confronted with situations that confound me or stir feelings that I don't know how to deal with. I try so hard to give the semblance of control in my life, but I have none. I just can't seem to let go and realize I am going nowhere on my own initiative. The only conclusion to draw from is that God knows where we are going and we must do our best to ride the waves as best we can until we reach the other shore. One hint: I work at a nursing home. And so, here goes...
Where did my thoughts go?
Caught between the walls of asylum and old age;
angered by the senseless monotony of it all.
Where does their patience come from?
Wiping up the remnants of incontinence;
saddened by the tragedy and cruelty of life.
What chain of events has led to this cross-road?
Tears, laughter and apathy confound;
hopeful that God must have a hand in this reasoning.
How do I continue on this journey?
Traveling without a map or clear course of action;
anxious for subtle signs of roses and mere coincidence.
Who will provide answers within?
Searching for meaning beside a faithful companion;
loving more dearly than ever before.
11/17/11
