The Organ Recital
We never imagined it would come to this.
Our combined years in concert
with aches and ailments,
pains in four-part harmony,
limb for limb,
knee to hip to
Repairs, replacements, fusions.
Aortic valves and pacemakers,
shattered ankles and arthritic bones.
The orchestration tells us we are old
and what we talked about in our “twenties”
with over-the-hill jokes and gags gifts
of Depends, Ex-Lax and aspirin
have become a symbiotic symphony now.
From bulging veins to drop foot and the
percussion of kidney stones making their painful way,
with adagio gallbladders, and plaque beating
in rhythm through cholesterol clogged arteries,
some in syncopation with atrial fibrillation.
Our recitals are getting longer
the days are getting shorter.
Everyone is their own maestro of misery.
Conversations begin with sciatica or sinuses,
allergies, even anal seepage.
We’ve become a choir of constipation
singing all things medical.
Put aside this unfinished symphony of sickness.
Listen to the sweet music of possibility
It’s a new day.
Annette Grunseth 10-2014