134: Bed

134 bed

Sickness prevents all effort, so this bearing body must sink with summoned gratitude into the sheets and let the light fall where it will. An imagined Heidi hayloft with eyes closed, I could be anywhere. A skylight shows me stars in the daytime and Grandfather lays out bread with cheese and apples, a rustling feast down below. But eating comes later, and now it is a quickening softness, a garnering of cellular energy that is needed. I gather grain into the storehouse and let the outlines of my shape melt away.

©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015

 

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One thought on “134: Bed

  1. I really dislike the fact of your sickness, Keren, but oh the beauty that comes from your prose as you surrender to its quietening effects! I think the Light falls in spacious places for you and we are blessed to bask in the afterglow. Praying for a deeper measure of healing and strength to come to enable you to carry on. Blessings and love. Xx 💜

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