My Latest New Favorite Poet: Don Welch

My latest new favorite poet is Don Welch. The below poem (from American Life in Poetry: Column 514) is a lovely example of the kindness of strangers who don’t give their actions a second thought.

Shuffling Out Toward Morning


After an hour in the infusion lab,
Taxol dripping into her,
fighting her cancer;

after sitting nauseous
next to a man
vomiting into a Pepsi cup,

she rose, palming the wall,
stooping only to pick up
a pen a doctor had dropped,

giving it back to the doctor
who had slipped it poorly
into his coat.

I especially enjoy the lines:

“she rose, palming the wall,
stooping only to pick up
a pen a doctor had dropped,”

They set up how selfless the subject of the poem is despite what she has been through herself. I have been first hand in the experience of dealing with a loved one going through heavy chemo, and to take a moment to simply pick-up a pen is both a gargantuan physical task and one of unsurpassed, simple, kindness.

The full article can be found by clicking here.

Enjoy! 😀

Jamy

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