I’m not a pampered princess

rendered rest-less by a pea.

But I believe a hospital bed should

be as comfy as it can be.

Coincidentally,

I ” almost-slept” in one last night.

A cardiac-false-alarm-fright

where all turned out alright.

(certainly better than the alternative!)

But,

THAT MATRESS,

in the rumpled-memories-of-my-midnight-nightmares

was a new plowed field in a rain soaked Spring.

high ridges,

deep hollows

bumpy clods

last Autumns corn stalks.

I will cherish, hence-forth

, our queen sized bed

as I sleep at home tonight,

and thank the Lord that I’m not dead

and for the coming mornings light.