Nurses who make home visits will be able to relate to this.
I scan houses I would like to visit—to see not only who lives in them but how they live. What health problems or social issues would I have to address?
I took a picture of this house on the west side of Chicago before we moved to Maryland in the early ‘90’s. My good friend, Lois, drove me back there on a lovely June day in 2007 when I came back to Chicago to attend her daughter’s wedding.
I was sad to see what happened to this house and even sadder that I never got to know who lived there.
You were spectacular.
Dressed unlike any other house in the neighborhood.
For the many years I walked down your street
but never saw the knight who lived inside you—
who displayed shields and crosses across your face.
A mantle of words draped over you like jewels
shouting for attention:
The day I left, I took your picture.
You smiled in the sun.
Years later, I stand before you.
Has your champion abandoned you to others
that scrape away your beauty?
Your mantle in tatters exposing your dull skin.
Will a new knight come and dress you like all the other bland houses
in this newly gentrified community?
I take your picture.
You look away.