She’s knitting another scarf, like all
the previous ones. We would call it a day,
and be done with it until tomorrow.
But she’s so bound to the safe anchor of sameness,
any deviation, like pouring cereal
before her morning’s coffee, it becomes like
she dropped a stitch somewhere,
a purl before a knit, and the scarf,
her smoothly knitted day,
would just flat out unravel.
He nibbles at the same meal over two nights,
but he will slowly consume the entire newspaper
over the course of each day.
As if his mind’s teeth were in a glass,
he inexorably gums Page A-1 through the obits.
Obits always first, though.
That will never happen to me, you say.
She sits all day and waits for a call,
and when you call, she says you’re
the only one who has. And then you listen
to pretty much the same rap as yesterday’s
and the days’ before that. Meanwhile,
the news channel’s booming in the background
up to the Led Zep levels of your youth.
You shake your head. But tonight
you’ll place your slippers (slippers!?) just-so
next to your bed and set the alarm
for that same time, for that same rush,
to that same job you’ve said for ten years
you can’t wait to retire from so you finally
can do what you want, but likely will be
the same thing day after day. You know,
like will never happen to you. Says you.
©Joseph Hesch 2012
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likely do the same thing after retirement…dang the futures looking a bit bleak brother…smiles….we are creatures of habit though…and routine…and we say it will never happen to us, but then we look around and realize….but no way am i wearing slippers man….no way…ha…
You tell a beautiful tale, Joe. They are always a daily digest awakening the soul, sir. Thank you.
oh my, this had me smiling, smiling all the way through… yes, already, i feel myself knitting these patterns into my life as I watch my parents wrap their own shawls around their shoulders. this is fabulous.
Wow–I loved the patterns you knit here.
I must admit to already wearing slippers! However, it is immensely cold here in the winter. I really enjoy these pieces where you explore the lives of others. Helps me walk in their slippers and see things differently.
Not me, not me….trying to will it not to be so. Yeah, right. You nailed it–great write!
I work in a nursing home, and often think it is like a looking in a magic mirror, a glimpse into what the future holds. The older I get the more I realize the truth in this. The scary thing is when no one calls anymore. So true for many.Thanks for sharing this thoughtful/thought provoking piece.
Well, I’m getting there–in way too many ways. And I have the same conversation everyday with my sweet 92 yr old Mom! Nice.
This is frightening, familiar, and extremely well done!
A frightening and familiar scenario… and who will call us … maybe we’ll still be tweeting and blogging each day … thinking we have something new 🙂
so sweet… my mom spent days, weeks, months working the needles and whipping up afagan after afagan, she’s been gone 10 years now… hubby retired recently… believe me, he’s not doing the same thing anymore, but no doubt the new may get old
Joe, we always think it will be different for us, don’t we? This is a poignant read. I bet many people have called, but she remembers only the one calling. Sometimes the end of life isn’t what we envisioned. A strong write.
Ouch, man. Not much encouragement for old age 🙂 But I feel your words, both introspective and ourside. Reminds me of my grandmother some, complaining about sameness but refusing to accept any offers for change. It’s like shes chained to the past, and all else must visit there. Which can be a good thing. It keeps me grounded. These are thoughts I had as I read. I enjoyed it much.
we all think we’re special in some way, don’t we? that life won’t just pass us by. then we get caught up in the minutia of day-to-day living, and before you know it ten years have gone by.
great write!
Joe, such a strong compelling writing. The challenge of growing old and trying to hold onto living . . . not just existing to change the days — one for another day. …”no telephone call or the only one received”
I remember my mother going through these types of days — when life went ahead of her and didn’t look back. I believe older people and those with chronic health conditions or living with cancer can certainly deal with the sameness of their days — somehow living a purposeful life has to be redefined from more than what job we have or what we do during a single day!
We should be . . . .
Great perspective here, Joe. Inertia will conquer all, whether you’re slaving for the man, or discarded as not worth his effort any more. I like the metaphor of dropped stitches, panic, —we are always making order out of chaos, and so much of the time it’s completely meaningless, except as some sort of security blanket, I guess. Lots of material to cogitate upon here.
Having been retired for a couple of years, I can’t tell you how many things I do now, that in my youth I never dreamed. Routine does set in, but if you keep a little of the ‘young’ in you, you’ll be able to rattle routine once in a while and break it enough to really, really enjoy life. Love this poem, made me smile.
My wife has that conversation with her mother twice weekly. My mother died at 39 years of age, so I miss out on the privilege. As to retirement, I can attest to the fact that for a poet, there never is a blank page; so hoe up your rows, make your preparations, hone your wit and writing, and make ready for the glorious winter that awaits.
I don’t know whether I should feel depressed or comforted. I suppose there is comfort in the universal nature of it all, right?
We move towards knowing how others spend their time is a beneficial thing. It may help to make bearable for others to know and for us to experience. Nicely Joe! Thanks for hosting1
Hank
Day in. Day out. Routine is the dream, and you’ve given us a sneak-a-peak view.
Wonderfully powerful poem! I could really relate!
I have watched this happen, sad. We claim it won’t happen to us but one never knows.
Wonderful stiches to pattern the pattern we all follow – whether we realise it or not…
Great words Joe.
Anna :o]
Wow, I feel I know her now. Loved it!
Wow, Joe. Is it just me or are you showing us a different Joe? I always enjoy your poems and writings, but this one really touched me deeply and with a POW! Outstanding stuff, mister. Wow, Joe.