Time slips past punctuated by pain
The small hours of morning
dragging by in dark moonlessness
until the lip of the sun’s circumference
brings the dawning of another day.
Summer burns hot in delirium
drugged dizziness dulls perception
I hold my book high reading
as if staring at the ceiling
until I have no strength to support it.
Hours pass into days and days into weeks
weeks turn to months.
will I ever get better?
Too weak to walk or sit or eat
eventually sleep brings blessed relief.
Summer stretches into October
blazing days still burning
I venture out onto the terrace
and sit in the shade
to contemplate progress made.
Artwork ‘Bond of Union’ 1956 by M C Escher from The Mag
and shared with dVerse