Personal Apocalypse

 

It’s only you and me, now

Everyone else is in abeyance

Prayers on deck or

Already in the waiting

Room

 

I should have an attitude

That lifts a heavy spirit

But what can I say

I fear the things so much bigger than me

And the loss of consciousness that

Certain operations bring

 

I will awake no doubt

To start the stanching where

I’ve been newly opened

There will be other healing, too

And slow life ‘til

Then

 

But while it’s only you and me, might

I ask for some return

Of grace:

Better days

Better hours

Coffee and morning, crackers and

Cola later in the day

And something to heat for

Supper

Cool water for the pills

 

Water for the spirit, the

Kind you walk me

By

According to an ancient promise

 

C L Couch