In Time Poem by Bill Galvin

So I'm lying here in our bed an hour after sunrise.
It's one of the first times in the year
Since you went ill and we moved downstairs
To allow you a graceful, familiar, dignified place
In which to spend your last time with us.
It's been two weeks since you left your agony behind.
I've had the most rewarding night's sleep in that year.
My thoughts are clearer;
My body is more refreshed.
(Many thanks for that, Baby…
Remember I asked you to send me a dream?)
I am lying on my side facing the window;
There is light snow falling…
(Yes, Babe, it is snowing again!)
When I wake, our wedding music is in my head.
Pachelbel Canon in D Major is in my head;
Perfect tempo, not rushed, not slowed.
It is a quiet Sunday morning;
With an evening snowfall produced stillness.
Outside our window there is an icicle…
Two to three feet long, it hangs from the eave
And its pointed end is framed perfectly
For my viewing.
It drips, and drips, then drips again…
I am fooling myself, yes? No. Not at all.
(Hon, you will not believe this!
Then again, maybe you will.)
It drips; dropping in perfect time with our music.
I test it; I test myself… look away, and back again.
No.. it is unyieldingly correct in cadence.
I lie there, enjoying the moment…

{(Good morning, Honey Pie. Sleep well?) }

2-22-2015