Blue Sky and a Whole Body Bone Scan


The camera hovers
inches above my head
which must be kept flat
looking away
through the window.

Two lovers might do the same,
one scanning for a response,
one distant, eyes averted.

Thirty minutes to keep still.
Life has led to this and
a square of blue sky
but has not prepared me.

This cold blue sky barely concealing
the absurdity of infinity
has me wondering
at what point
and why
on time’s atomic clock
my particles came together,
and when I’m spent and
re-absorbed,
how long will my particles last.

It’s a pitiless blue sky offering
no response,
no doubt the same
a hundred years ago
in this hospital, nothing,
no solace for the wounded
back from the trenches.

The thirty minutes nearly up,
the camera has moved down
my body, silently
like a lover creeping away
for good,
and the panicky thoughts I had
have fled,
for now.

 

© Nemo 2020
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Sweetwater

An extremely interesting poem, the mind offering such diverse and distracting thoughts to keep away from the confines of the thirty minutes.
Sue.

Buschell

Don’t believe the nihilism, dont fall for it… Eternity.

Ionicus

Would you care to elaborate, Gerald? Could it be that there has been an increase in submissions but not an equivalent number of comments?
I noticed you have changed the title. It can be confusing to readers who wish to keep track of the conversation.
Best, Luigi.

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