at least

sheila sea

at least I know

that some day-

maybe tomorrow,

when I’m standing

in line at the bank

or in my car

headed home

frustrated at gridlock

counting black car tops

and cursing idiot drivers

atleast I know

that if a clot

makes it way

up my right arm

at just the right moment

when my blood pumps just so

amidst bobbing and weaving

and reading traffic signs

in blurred snow

at least I know

that when the pain

bears down

and the shock comes

and goes

at least I know

it’ll be your voice

and your grip

in the throes

as the neurons stop firing

and the hallucinations take hold

at least I know

it’ll be with you,

darling

that I’ll leave a part

and the whole

of my soul.

– sc

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