Drowning with gloom, mists, tears
I float above bright white clouds
hiding the gloom, mists, rains
on the world below
me clouds world
like a sandwich cookie
only not as sweet
This written while riding on United from San Diego to Chicago to Wichita on the early morning of June 10 after being told that my husband had been hospitalized in Dodge because of blood clots in his legs and lungs. The doctor’s there have since saved his life and my husband is recovering nicely.