A Poem by Nancy Shiffrin

my car is
spinning spinning spinning
my head knocking back and forth
I seem to wake
in a freezing room
on a cold steel cot
the mattress hard
I am swathed in white gauze
blood rushing from between my legs
stains the green walls

if the room could speak
if the mattress groaned
if the white gauze were a shroud
if babes could come from the rushing blood
if the green walls were a field
I could rest here
but a finger points
a Voice says return
a crash stops the spinning
rescuers bang   the door opens
neighbors applaud
my stumbling walk to the curb

the Dear Friend appears
with a basket of grapes
I might never emerge
from this spinning car
my brain might always be bruised
yet I am grateful
for a bottle of water
strong arms
a blanket to nest in
a tree to call home

NANCY SHIFFRIN earned her Master of Arts degree in English studying with
Anais Nin.  She earned her PhD at The Union Institute studying
Jewish-American women authors.  Her writing has appeared in the Los
Angeles Times, New York Quarterly, Earth's Daughters, Lummox Journal,
The Canadian Jewish Outlook, A Cafe in Space, Religion and Literature,
Shofar, and numerous other publications.  She has received
awards and honorable mentions from The Academy of American Poets, The
Poetry Society of America, The Dora Teitelboim Foundation.

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