Watching The Mountains Change Color Poem by Donal Mahoney

The doctor, who plans to dismiss her this evening,
tells the nurse, 'Go ahead, send her home with the husband
and kids. Why did we admit her anyway? She's fine.'

Then the husband, a farmer back from his day in the fields,
says something he hadn't mentioned at dawn
when like a calf he had led her in:

'She stands for hours at the window each day
watching the mountains change color,
mountains that aren't there, ' he says.