Machines under alarm
a squeeze from a warm hand.
A whisper—please don’t die.

I tried to reply
but got confused
in all the commotion

never noticing the shocks
from cold white paddle
only my presence losing modality.

I thought—this must be
how a raindrop feels
when it returns to the ocean.

I wanted to tell her
and then
it didn’t matter.

Tom Strong

Thomas J Strong

 

Retired and living in Minnesota.