No prompts today… just some thoughts. Hope they help you find your “safe place.” Amy

Island Dweller

When the dentist’s drill begins shrill keening
in my latest in a series of root canals

When the physical therapist says, “This
might hurt a little”

When the Red Cross phlebotomist
tries to mine my blood, missing the vein

or my legs are in stirrups, awaiting
the pinch of the Pap

I go to my island

The passport is breath
often deeeeeep breath
and I though I am prone
it’s on a bed of warm sand

Relaxed by water lapping my toes
on the shore of an endless beach

Every breath is music
Every moment is relief

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil