Vision Twenty Twenty
Midst of the night, clamour for silence
embarassed glances through a cracked door
are answered by pitch black's velvet echo,
enquire of the ice, interogate a cold, dead tree.
The last taxi blinks down a skating road
close the door...click the lock,
hollow...shut !
Turn head to pillow, pull the duvet high
close aching eyes, fingers reach
as my palm opens, release, calm,
my back eases into the sheet creases
and I stretch...tight.
The remaining tablets lie abandoned, silver foil ajar
water sends it's last bubble prayer and sleep,
chemical sleep is the predicted reaction
and dreams arrive like the floor show
as the red curtain reveals the dust laden beam
from behind your head playing moving pictures
on the patient screen.
A bulb fuses and darkness is ...out.
At dawn stealing in with the sun the cat arrives
through the swinging flap, fox brown guiness black,
eyes twinkle, a cry for chicken, long elastic legs
and her nose nuzzles your outstretched hand,
performance equals reward as you lay the table
upon your return.
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