I’d rather not be up here.
Nothing in my control.
They do all they can to make me comfortable.

My seat is my bed.
Meals are milestones.
There’s a button I can press, for water or a blanket.

Sleep interrupts movies.
Shakes interrupt sleep.
Breathe quickly and wait for it to pass.

I’m frightened, inside.
I hold my wife’s hand,
and she smiles.

It’s a long journey, as journeys go.
With lots of time to think, I thought.
But we’re nearly there.


                                               March ’15 – Ward 407