Too many words!

Ok it's official. I talk too much. In what medium you may ask. The answer is complex, this blog, the phone, to neighbors, at church, around family... ok you get the picture. I am way too superfluous with my diction. So I am going to salute Walden today; I would like to post a poem. (Although Thoreau certainly didn't embrace simplicity in regards to words:-)

Romantic Walks Down Hospital Corridors

Diagonal tiles line the long hallway,
Alternating: green, cream, green, cream.
He is watching his purposeful shuffle,
Leaning heavily on the intravenous connection,
That mechanical being closer to him than her.

She is alone while walking beside him,
Chattering and squeezing his hand at irregular moments.
She does not make eye contact,
For her smile is unbelievable.

Meandering down one dark corridor,
She raises her hand, wiping his forehead;
She raises his hand, kissing his IV;
Their walking is what matters: nothing else exists.

Tana Horton (Vol. 23, Metaphor 2004)