The fading sunrise tinged the sky with rose hues and
birdsong greeted him as he stood on the front porch,
smiling at the warmth of the sunlight on his face.
Every leaf, every flower shone; every object was
so keenly focused he might cut his eyes at a glance.
He stepped off the porch into wonder, never to return.
State troopers found him standing in a local park,
in the cold rain that had been falling since midnight.
An address tag on his keys, only thing in his pockets,
brought us a call from the hospital to come.
Neurons crossfired, nothing could have been done;
damage was severe in the cognitive centers.
He will never be the same; sorry for your pain.
No comfort in the words from well-intentioned doctors.
One of the troopers approached, removing his hat.
“When we found him, he was alone; but he had his arms
outstretched, gesturing and talking as though deep
in conversation with someone we just couldn’t see.
I’ll never forget his smile, and the way he described
the sunshine, I had to look up, despite the rain.”