SUN AND MOON

The sun, a star, a ball of hot gas,

Just rose past the horizon.

First morning light has found

A crack in the window blinds.

From my hospital bed,

White sheets so stiff and pure

They almost smother,

I see signs of day invade.

By 10, in surgery,

I’m out of my mind.

My belly distended by gas

They enter, cut and suture

Fixing all that is wrong inside me.

Back in my room, they’ve made a mistake

Leaving the blinds wide open I see a yellow moon

As round as the sun.  Thank God, it’s evening.

They are done. I am still alive.

From my hospital bed,

White sheets so stiff and pure

They almost smother,

I know what I must do

When I leave this place.

I must fix those parts of me

They did not know nor could have fixed.