Countdown
In the OR this morning, Stanislaw said, I am your anaesthesiologist. Please give me your right wrist. I will start your IV where I will first administer This, then this, then this. I thought, now is a good time To practice dying. He placed a mask over my nose and said, You will feel a little something. Can you roll onto your left side? He said, now I am introducing the Main ingredient into the mix. Count backwards please– Six, five, four, three… And he killed me. Next thing I heard was Emily Asking if I wanted crackers and Cranberry juice. She said, I am a Christian, and I talk to God. I asked, Is he everything? The trees and the animals, and you, and me, And the whole of the universe? She said, yes. And he talks to you personally? She said, yes. She said, Think about it…Everything starts with a thought. I considered the me that I used to be In my former life, pre-Stanislaw, The graham-cracker crunched, Crispy, and delicious.
I am assuming, friend Jed, that like Sam Clemens this report of your death was an exaggeration?
Welcome back to the land of the think we are living (but may be a computer simulation).
Seriously - hope you are well and okay.
I'm taking new Poetry to be good sign!
Dave and M :)
Megan! Thank you for reading and feeling it. I hope the move goes well. Don't give another thought to the reading. I am in no kind of hurry. Take your time and be where you are. It will all come in time. Cheers.