Lights flashing, monitors,
blood pressure cuff.
Trapped in a bed with rails.
Nightgown with no rear!
How has it come to this?
Can this be all there is?
End of life ?
Or beginning of invalidism?
Will much be the same,
or all be different?
Extreme thoughts, these.
But the locale begets
such fears and truths.
It is an abrupt halt
in my daily march of time.
Images on a screen:
views of veins and capillaries,
sounds of blood roaring
on the speakers of the
Ultrasound machine.
The measure of my living,
still breathing, going onward.
Thankfully.
Gratitude abounds amid
fervent prayers and breaths.
Surrounded by love, caring,
laughter at my image.
That is a true reward andI
resolve to be more careful,
intentional with life.
JP 1-15-2011
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