Saturday, April 7, 2012

Holy Saturday

Brilliant sunlight
floods my room
bursting through the shutters
limning strips of light
across the rainbow stripes
of my quilt

At my elbow
the radio emits strains
of a Mahler quartet
as I savor the last
delectable drops of my
morning cocoa

Breath flows
blessedly through
a throat made raw by harsh coughing
though now less frequent
less chest-wracking
more free

Holy Saturday-
but isn't every Saturday
every day of life holy?
filled as it is with momets
of light and music
cocoa and blessed breath?

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