As my beloved tucks himself part way under the covers, the cool air circulates around him and our home.
He looks so peaceful as he collapses into bed,
Having worked the day long and again this evening to make things right with our world.
The pup slumbers on the floor behind me
With her own watchful eye as the big storm rumbles outside in the darkness;
Another night begins and I am hungry
The wretched episode and weathering inside my own body now behind me once again.
It’s a strange life, that is clear:
The promise of new treatments,
my meager attempts to go on . . .
Let me pretend I am doing something worthwhile
When my world stops shaking and I find you here, Gentle Reader, ready to make sense of it all.
Sometimes there is no sense to be made
We simply endure, do our due diligence to survive:
Touching something meaningful when the opportunity comes our way
Then letting it all go to the escape of sleep whether by night or by the dawn cometh soon.
Perhaps this night will bring fruitfulness
Maybe I’ll be able to write something of worth?
There is certainly much to do alone here with you as the keys light up and my mind slowly turns on;
My Lord is here with me so something good, something meaningful might happen yet this evening!
Since I cannot be sure but the time will pass anyways,
I better get something to eat before “dinner” slides into breakfast, hunger into weakness
Then maybe my brain will come back online too. If this is to be my shift I better get to my assigned duties of late —
If I am to be awake, the most of it I shall make again and again. Who knows, maybe something good may be too?
Yes, something good may be too. JJ