A simple walk along a familiar beach,
Heading for a meal of humus and pita,
A week of over-booked days
In the midst of preening and packing
He calls to share a medical observation
About his own body
That puts all plans on hold
And takes us from our homes
To a hospital.
I leave my world
And enter a place where I
Stumble in inarticulate phrases.
He is in a single bed
I sit next to him on a chair
We share the TV speaker
To keep up with the world.
We ride a rollercoaster
I hold my breath from test to test
As his doctors are still trouble shooting
But he is a rock star on his turf,
And these hand-picked doctors treat him gingerly
Sharing stories about what they owe him.
For now, we will not be walking at the sea,
But just to be home with a clean bill,
Afterall, if you have your health,
You have everything.
I’m remembering how that cliché
Was lost on me.