A Reel Field Poem by Francie Lynch

My translucent skin is looser now,
I'm loosing my gray hairs;
Teeth are kept beside my bed,
My ears aren't on my head.

At times I wobble when I walk,
I creak across the floor;
At times I drool when I talk,
I don't vent anymore.

My fingers are gnarled;
My belly barreled;
My back is bent from care;
My toes are crooked,
My nose has hooked;
(Did I say I'm loosing hair?)

Friends are disappearing,
Like scenes in my rear view;
Once there were so many,
Now scattered,
And there's few.

I'm resident in my lazy boy,
Watching old re-runs;
But I have reels inside my head
Of desires we well-fed.

So I sit here,
And see you there,
With gray cardigan and gray hair.
But in my vault we're in a field
Of long grasses where we shared.