Enclosed
I woke
up at one AM
With
the room spinning around.
I
walked like the town drunk.
Bradycardia
was profound.
Admitted
to the hospital,
I was
ordered an MRI.
In a
cold room, on a stiff board,
They
were trying to find out why.
I
fought claustrophobia
As
they wheeled me in the tube.
They
played Despicable Me
As the
minions were pursued.
My
back was sore and hurting.
Didn’t
know how long I’d last.
The
MRI with all its noise
Certainly
wasn’t fast.
They
learned I had a small stroke,
But I
was not to fear.
The
problem I experienced
Was in
my inner ear.
So now
I am unenclosed
And
breathing and walking better.
I’m in
Phoenix at one hundred ten,
No
longer in need of a sweater.
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