Friday, March 25, 2011

ROOM




Room

To breathe,

To move,

To stretch one’s arms

And not touch

Walls,

Membrane strong enough,

Yet permeable,

Allows the world in,

Or keeps the world out.

Off the walls

Pictures fall.

She moves out.

He moves in,

Possessions pass

Each other

At close--but not too close--

Proximity.

Stories in.

Stories out.

Dreams yet unborn

Meet dreams

Deflated, plans

Abandoned.

Too much room

To fill with new life,

Too many square feet

For just a bed, a

Dresser, a

Closet for clothes

And secrets--

Somewhere to hide

Birthday and Christmas gifts

Perhaps music

Will fill all this space,

Squeeze out/

Chase out the remnants

Of loneliness

A previous tenant forgot

To pack in the last boxes

They carried out.

How old

Is this living space,

How full

Of histories

Can one room be?

How many angels...?

Rooms with

Doors, with

Windows with

Curtains--maybe

Lock the door.

Turn off the lights.

Don’t make a sound

And maybe

Come in if

You dare--

If you can--

If you know

The password,

The past word

Paced over the floor,

Pasted on the wall

Behind the plaster.
Knock. knock.

Visitor or

Violator,

Visionaries welcome--all

Others must be announced.


Copyright (c) 2011 by the author

VERTIGO






IT IS LIKE

Standing on

A carousel going


Backwards,

Moving sometimes

Fast, sometimes


Slow, but never

Stopping so I

Can step off.


When I move, I

Move faster,

Hoping momentum will


Keep me from falling,

Backward, sideways.

This instability,


This imbalance

Shrinks the world

To the next step,


Then the next:

I refuse to

Fall.


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

STRANGERS




So, yes, I burned

The bridge some twenty

Paces back,

No regret,

Without hesitation.

Anger, mixed with

Despair allowed me

To wash my hands,

Clean of a score

Of years of memory.

The links--

Once golden,

And highly prized--

Are covered with dust,

Consumed by

Cobwebs

Of silence.

I knew what

I was doing,

With an evening’s

Anger still in my head,

When I left,

When I lit the match

And watched the flame

Greedily devour all

Secrets, unbreakable

Bonds

That would forever

Separate me

From a childhood friend.

We weren’t kids

Anymore. We were

Building diverging

Lives where

There would be no

Room,

No empty chair,

No place to sleep,

Or talk

Until dawn.

Strangers, once, we

Are strangers once again.


Copyright (c) 2011 by the author

Monday, February 28, 2011




SOWERS v. CLINTON CENTRAL SCHOOL DISTRICT

IN RE: SOWERS V. CLINTON CENTRAL SCHOOL CORPORATION

ISSUE:

Did Clinton Central School Corporation exercise proper care in handling the dehydration of respondent’s son, or did they neglect to take measures that would have kept the child alive?

HOLDING

The court ruled that the school district did exercise proper care that they took appropriate actions to try to head off what eventually happened. It ruled, also, that the motion for summary judgment was properly denied.

ANALYSIS

The facts we are given seem to concur with the outcome reached by the court. There had been some issues of heat-related health problems the day before the death of the plaintiff’s son. Given this, and the heat wave still being in effect, the coaching staff changed the practice regimen, making it less stressful, and allowing for more frequent water breaks so that the players could continue to hydrate themselves. Furthermore, they continued the policy of “no contact”, made water breaks more frequent, and kept a close eye on all the players in an attempt to head off any dehydration. They particularly, for this case, checked in with Travis repeatedly throughout the practice. Each time, Travis asserted that he was okay. Whenever there was a question, one of the staff intervened.

Plaintiff, and their son, voluntarily signed the waivers required for participation in the football training camp. Both Travis and his parents were aware of the risks of participating in the football training. (Travis had prepared for this by working on the farm and engaging in strenuous activity before the training camp began.)

Perhaps an argument might have been made that Travis, being a minor, lacked the capacity to fully understand symptoms that would lead to his death, but plaintiff didn’t raise this as a claim to support their claim of negligence and less than the standard of care for their son. Though the staff kept after Travis about hydration, it might have been the case that Travis was unfamiliar with just what dehydration would do to his body. Perhaps he was more interested in being with his peers, with his team, than paying attention to his basic physical needs.

CONCLUSION

It would appear that plaintiff missed a chance to raise some important claims that might have led to a different result. If, instead of relying on negligence, they raised the issue of the youth and lack of awareness of their son. —His inability to realize the potential harm—they might have prevailed. It’s hard to say.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

RAINY DAYS' READING





I am waiting out

The rain that will

Fall forhours, for days,

Drowning outdoor ambitions,

Compromising small plans

In exchange for feeding

And watering the world.

For now, I’m safe

And dry, a book

In hand, turning pages,

Marking time’s passage

By ignoring it, losing

Myself in a story

Not my own,

Carried along

On a river of words

That needs no rain

To refill it. The journey

Will take me

Back to the sunlight

When the story is

Done, and the storm

Has weakened and passed.


Copyright (c) 2011 by the author

AFTER THIS



Back to the game,

Back to our story

After this brief pause

From our sponsors,


The tweens have arrived,

A trio plus one child,

Paroled from the classroom,

Given back to the world


From which they came.

They’re free to play,

Make friends,

And mischief.


Life is noisy,

Life is disorganized

With them here,

Present and accounted for.


Loaded with more knowledge,

Equations, names and dates,

Explanations loosely held,

The girls brush it all aside


For the more important

Stories, facts and fictions,

That consume them

In their off hours.

Interruptions of silence

Intrude into the noise,

Calm dislodges quiet,

If only briefly


Ravenous for sugar,

Hungry for chocolate and chatter,

Thirsty for life, they down soda

After soda, preparations


For heir assault

On the world.

They have their own questions,

Their own demands for attention.


Let us pause

Ten seconds

For sanity

To announce itself.


And now we return

To our original

Programming

Already in progress.


COPYRIGHT (C) 2011 BY THE AUTHOR