THE WALK

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Outpost 1:50pm

With The Sublimity of The Morning

with Me making coffee for three

with Eliza baking blueberry muffins

I thought to write of a garden

I was taken to see

by an Acadian Nurse named Emily

Who thought I’d like to walk

across the hospital parking lot

across a curving back street

to a stranger’s yard grown up

with flowers I don’t remember —

but I remember The Walk

& found It, or One like It, noted

in My decades-old medical records:

“Patient enjoyed Her Walk.”