medication time

light streams in the third floor windows
tall and reaching
the screen on them thin and strong
the bed comfortable in the twin bed
room

a curtian of white hangs like
the quiet sail
I am
here I say

shuffle down the hall where
people smile of all variety
pass the front lobby desk

notice the pastel colours
and warm wood accents

gone are so many ugly things

the pills are handed in a
cup of paper fold
and water too

I drink and they smile
and I thank them
and shuffle past the television
room where there is no room
on the couchs or chairs

I smile at them
they smile at me
and Im on my way

back to the bed
no sheets
just a pillow for me
this is what I want

lay looking up at the sky
through the panes
the grounds are glass
reflection of grass and
small pine trees tended

the snow is in the shadows
still

my room mate is wild
but tamed at the moment

I have met some freinds
and we speak of the
ways in the world

the light is so much brighter
when I'm sick like this
am I shut down or moved
to an area where there
is not the flame
nor mists

dreams I dream
trying to tell what they
tell

and wake for dinner
where I eat
and drink the delicious
tea

with its plastic opaque lid
and blue cup

I took this home
its right here

so I can always be
remembering
to that place of serenity
and awakening and
sleep