Cast
Cast
Before the spirit left,
you had one leg out of bed, toes
touching the floor,
hand tightened on the sheet
as if for a moonlight flit.
I stayed with your cast,
rearranged leg, hand, sheet;
I even called you back,
but you were walking quickly,
lightly towards morning.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 11th Dec 2017 19:55
This is lovely, beautifully scripted, even if I'm not exactly sure what you are saying. I'm presuming 'death', but not certain.