The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/4/08

[BlueIris]

"The Recovery Room Nurse"

I am the white rustle
who whispers your name.
Hear me call for your return
from the bottom of Lake Pleasant,
from your bed beneath the surface
where currents cool your body.

The tips fo my two fingers rest
on the inside of your wrist
where your pulse beats against your skin
and mine. I count and chart your heartbeats
as you kick toward air. I am afraid
your lungs may burst on the way up.

I will monitor your vital signs,
serve as your guide back to this room
painted sky-water blue, the color of veins.
I, too, have been in that watery place,
that womb of forgetfulness. You cannot stay
in that amniotic sac you abandoned years ago.

Your eyelids flutter like white seagull wings.
You mumble fish words that wiggle beneath blue.
You have escaped the seagull's sharp beak.

—Carol Carpenter

[BlueIris]

1. Do me a favor Loungers and keep this kicked today, at least in the morning.

I'ma signin' off 'cause I don't wanna be here when the shit goes down re: Ohio and Texas. The site will probably implode. Good luck to those who are staying, by the way. I can't watch.

[RetroLounge]

2. Nice

:hi:

RL

[ThomCat]

3. That's a really cool perspective on being a nurse.

:)

[BlueIris]

4. I caved. Kick.