Was
the sunlight emerging
Around
his hospital bed
As
if morning were climbing
Out
of the blankets themselves,
Which,
in a reflective sense,
It
was, the long fallen light
Not
absorbed by the bedclothes
Welling
up under eyelids,
His
thoughts measuring the waves
As
soft, strong, stronger,
And
then the whole room glowing,
A
backwater excitement,
Daylight
in this remote world
That
was his, this only life
He
would ever be or know,
His
candle and stage, this show.
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