The exam room is warm, but there are no windows to view the
falling snow. I sit on the exam table as
the doctor listens to my lungs. I take a
deep breath in and out as instructed. I focus
on staying calm to keep my heart and blood pressure from racing. I try not to think about what tests I need
now at forty-five, or whether the weather outside has worsened. I leave the room with some sort of clean bill
of health, but only time will tell.
beyond the sunrise our eyes in search of something we cannot express in words
along the blue lagoon I scribble letters into golden sands hoping God will receive my prayers from above the stars whisper to my yearning heart to not give so easily