This is going to be a  long three months.  It’s only been five days since my surgery and I am so bored.  I am so bored that I’m trying my hand at poetry.  Below are my first two attempts.

 

Gentle Waves

Sitting on the end of the dock

Staring at the vastness of water

Lost in thought

Dreaming of floating away

On the soft gentle waves

Free of all physical boundaries.

 

The Warmth on My Face

I lean back in my chair

Face tilted toward the light

Feeling the warmth

Washing over me

Making me smile.