Winter Construction
Dedicated to MacDonald Middle School students and staff
I feel like a patient,
Awake during the operation.
I can see what’s going on vaguely
But I don’t understand most of it.
People are moving around industriously.
Walls are moved, too, and added here and there.
At random intervals, I hear loud,
Banging and sawing sounds
And they seem close by, like I should be concerned.
But I’m not. I remember that I’m under mild sedation.
Exactly what they are operating on
Escapes me.
I long to wake up in Recovery
With a nurse, or a warm sun, smiling over me.
This would go well in another poetry collection, if your writing one.