Moon Boot Love Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Watching TV like a zombie, can't make
sense of this event, this accident with
badly torn left-foot ligaments, grade 3
the radiologist said; now I'm the proud
possessor of a moon-boot imprisoning my
foot, a device from hell indeed - last
night I couldn't sleep - this heavy
thing making me a throbbing prisoner

I took the boot off, bare foot elevated
on pillows without blankets felt cool &
no swelling this morning - my beloved
insists wear the boot or it'll be surgery
to fix ligaments: perched on the couch
throbbing moon-boot-leg in the air but
after loosening Velcro straps this pain
subsides and the zombie's watching

TV again, safe in a moon-boot cocoon
trying to find the happy mental channel
filled with love and peace, preparing
for non-physical by grooming my mind -
testing whether golden love bubbles to
the surface, yes, it does, I can trust
all I love, the universe in my head
will always exist, leading me

To my loved ones right after death…

[17 October 2014]