Days are dim dim dimmer with the thickening light
and the veil of water swarming sea of black dots
car windscreen in a storm and no wipers.
I am lost adrift with a single line to clutch
with one closed eye to blot out the swell
the fury of the scorpion crab alien.
A clearing of the gluey mass the spawn
trailing black dots in a viscous mess
the alien leaping gathering its young in pinched arms.
Dissolving.
Through its fading sunlight on trees blurred
and too bright through unresponding pupil
but the world returning.
The world aging like the old dog
whose legs won’t support his too long back
too high too massive too much for the jealousy of his maker.
I will rise again to meet the light
though he sinks lower failing fading
my beloved alien.
Days are dim dim dimmer with the thickening lightand the veil of water swarming sea of black dotscar windscreen in a storm and no wipers.I am lost adrift with a single line to clutchwith one closed eye to blot out the swellthe fury of the scorpion crab alien. A clearing of the gluey mass the … Continue reading Living with uveitis and an aging houndRead MoreJane Dougherty Writes
