Dianne Avey ~
So this is what it feels like
to be on the other side.
Hollowed out exhaustion,
rimmed with the chaotic clutter
of struggle and hope.
Like the beach after a tsunami,
all those once-important items,
now floating around uselessly.
I don’t know how to start this life
This morning, they came
and took the bed away.
Left behind are a few traces:
syringes, a yellow notepad–
with the neatly checked off schedule
a crayon drawing from our six-year-old–
one large and one small stick figure
looking out toward a rainbow.
On the tile floor, a pile of white sheets,
still damp with your sweat and urine,
a few dots of blood–evidence
that you did live,
and you did die,
here in our home,
in a bed overlooking the bay.
Where storms blew
in from the west
over Devil’s Head,
where you loved to fish,
and where I can still see you turn and
walk back across the grass to us,
About the poet:
Dianne Avey lives in the Pacific Northwest and is a fifth-generation resident of Anderson Island, Puget Sound’s southernmost island. She writes poetry when she can–often on the ferry, while commuting to her job as a nurse practitioner. Her poems and essays have appeared in Pulse, Wrist Magazine, Oasis, The Poetry Box, Kind of a Hurricane Press and elsewhere. She is finishing her first chapbook, Impossible Ledges, which tells a true story of grief and recovery; its themes are nature, illness, caregiving and a love that transcends death in tangible ways.
About the poem:
“This poem portrays the sense of exhaustion and chaos that I felt the morning after my husband passed away following a long battle with leukemia. As a former hospice nurse, I felt comfortable with the dying process, but going through it with my own husband, in our home, gave me a whole new perspective on the energy–both physical and emotional–that this takes. It truly takes a village, and with the help of family and friends, I was grateful to help him have his last wish–to die peacefully in our home surrounded by love.”
Johanna Shapiro and Judy Schaefer