Fran Gardner
THE LADY WITH THE GREEN CANE
Just be, you say
Be where?
Be here
Be now
Be nothing.
There—have you inhaled
The fragrance of being?
Be watching
The lady with the green cane
Walk walk
Stumble stumble
That’s walking for you
Walk walk
Stumble stumble
That's writing for you
Walk walk
Stumble stumble
That's life
A slow walk
A slower walk
A stop walk
Walk walk
Stumble stumble
Stop.
How many gardens
How many leaves
How much living
Before life becomes being
Just being
Just seeing?
The lady with the green cane.
No big words –
Just a stumble
Somewhere
As she walks.
Fran Gardner lives in Portland, Oregon, and has a diagnosis of primary
progressive MS. Her byline has appeared on hundreds of news stories
and commentaries in a 35-year career as a newspaper reporter and
editor. Having retired early in a 2008 buyout, she is now free to work
more on poetry and fiction. |