Gauze of Sleep

John G. Young

 

 

Draped across

the not so easy chair,

your foot arched

like a diver

leaving the board,

    you

nocturnal witness

to each passing hour,

    lie exhausted,

thighs sizzled

over chemo fire,

finally sleeping,

    brief hiatus

from interminable pain,

    bad-tripped

by that un-braced

dropped left foot

when you dove

into that empty

    MS pool.