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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3575 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention of lying still and colour Frank Faust I used to ride each morning around the places I'd set my traps to collect a handful of scrawny bunnies I'd set off to check them before anyone else had risen I slipped a foot off the pedal one day when I was wearing thongs tore my toes on bitumen I turned the bike around went home put myself and the damage to bed I pretended that if I didn't move I wouldn't feel any pain I lay very still until she found me there around lunchtime ~ ma looks grey on the bed she's beeping every couple of minutes has so many tubes sticking out it looks like they've had to hook up her feet to get a reading of low blood pressure she's drifting in and out of consciousness lying very still and one eye's weeping I wipe it with a handkerchief but it still looks shiny puffed up and moist but she doesn't really know hasn't noticed she speaks a half-coherent line about pain control not working well before but it's all right now and the surgeon breezed through a while ago she can't recall what he said but it must be ok she thinks he said it was all right ~ I found crystals on the street when I was young odd shapes that drew my attention with flat sides as sheer as glass I'd hold their smoky clarity pointed at the sky towards the sun thought I might get a glimpse of the colours that lay beyond but the best I ever managed was opaque ~ pa and me are sitting quiet in disparate corners when we came back from lunch she was seriously sleeping we look at each other from across the room know there's little either of us can do he'll wash out her nighties and I'll go back to work in another town he says they should be ok now the worst was not knowing the result and now it's more about endurance and willpower he says he'll keep some colour in the garden that might be important he thinks when she comes home |
