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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