Coma

The body is at rest, hands motionless on the blanket

Tubes and machines indicate life

but the face remains slack-jawed, eyes closed

His body hovers between earth and sky

Time is inconsequential

There is no dreaming, no hunger, no pain.

In tiny increments, the brain begins to process

each effort is exhausting

After three months, a slight movement

begins behind the eyelids

Lethargic from the medication---it takes long while

to return to present space and hour

When his body and mind arrive,

            shock from the intense distress

cause vomiting and a doubling over

He retreats into nothing.

With the ebb and flow of hurt,

come little windows of sound and touch

Someone strokes his hand, smooths his forehead

A warm wash cloth feels so comforting

            her voice whispers

"I need you, don't leave me."

Repeated again and again until he nods--comprehending

The borders of the more beautiful country withdraw,

            his awakening complete.

6/21/08

DB