Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence
Drunk, I kissed the moon
where it stretched on the floor.
I’d removed happiness from a green bottle,
both sipped and gulped
just as a river changes its mind,
mostly there was a flood in my mouth
BOB HICOCK
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Chronicle (Adelaide, SA : 1895 – 1954), Thursday 29 July 1954
Convalescence
Underneath a tree I lie,
Watching with lack lustre eye,
All those little trivial things
Weakness after sickness brings;
Watching birds flit to and fro;
Watching how the grasses grow;
Watching how the leaves and trees
Blend in Autumn harmonies
And wise insects, taught by God,
Build their shelters in the sod.
Oh, how low the pride of men
Falls and grovels meekly, when
Convalescence comes at last
After long borne sufferings past,
E’en the arrogance of pain
That strange vanity – is vain
And he lies, a stricken thing,
Bereft of even suffering.
All is gone – the pain, the pride;
Arrogance is laid aside.
And he owes all things he’d do
To some worthier being, who,
Out of charity, shall seek
To assist the helpless weak
Out of charity to lend
Splendid strength he is to spend.
So beneath the tree I lie,
Reading with a languid eye
Views of that and views of this
In a world so long amiss,
And, by some strange alchemy,
Suddenly it seems to me
That, as Earth’s wild turmoils cease,
Comes convalescence now and peace.
Relevailles home
Description: perinatal assistant or aide-mom went to the mother’s home in the weeks after giving birth to a half-day to listen, encourage, inform, answer questions, support in the the organization of daily life (food, maintenance) and offer respite.