It’s a cold 39 or is it 39 days since I saw the Sun
My incision aches though the knots of flesh removed
My heart pained at the emotional knot of by my eldest child
A knot in my throat squeezes tight
There’s no air in my lungs to sooth my youngest suffering some virus
This cloud of ailments arrayed against my vision
A hearse passes by thankfully with out-of-state plates
We are all on our way
to some thing, somewhere
years or days maybe hours away
yet it seems without end
The respite is a moonless night
Maxey Menges 