louise, suspended
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
the crane is yellow
as are the straps
holding the bed
and the helmets
of the workmen
the bed is oak
inching its way
out of the wall
broken open to
complete the
journey to
the hospital
plaster dust and
bits of detritus
float through the
air some
delicately landing on
the faces of the
people looking up
from the street
the crane
lowers the bed
slowly past
the floor below
Louise, 650 pounds
lying in bed
arms and legs
spread out
to make the
apportionment of weight
even so the bed
does not
plummet six floors
to the warm
spring asphalt
eyes shut
now open
light blinding and
new, she sees
nothing except
blue
and the dark
edge of a building
across the street
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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