TRAPPED IN A NEW DIMENSION
Yesterday, this rotund old man
Had been trundled in –followed by
a bewildered wife, blank –faced, weary;
Today their world is spliced open
to encompass a new dimension.
A pitiless probing beam now reveals:
Too many white cells, in his blood
and the red corpuscles way too few –
She had thought all blood was red,
She never knew.
She looked at him in secret fear
He, who was so familiar:
How could they say his blood had changed?
his spectacles reposed
on the same huge, hooked and spotty nose,
He had the same beloved, sober face -
Snored loud , burped long - He was the same:
She prayed it was not, it could not be,
The begining of the end.
Trapped in this new dimension
Uncomprehending yet courageous
Bracing herself, with trembling hands,
She carried out an old familiar task,
pouring out a mug of tea
from their old familiar flask.
Sakuntala Sachithanandan - Mar 2019
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