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]
ps. just think if you lived on the moon and had to wear two of those...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seeing our loved ones after death makes facing the passing so much easier and takes away the fear. Being able to trust all you love is also a true treasure.