Stroke

A brush will provide clarity

To life’s long brevity

Experiences, community

Friendships, affectionately

Behold be held

In weakness meld

Blood stress pressed skull

Hostage, life may be killed

Fortune of care

Position place to pair

Chance peril now aware

Life’s risk is to share

Caution to wind not so

Future known not yet, lo

Life’s interests, love to know

Deep caring love’s wondrous show

It is so worth it

Face forward no longer sit

Recovery’s exposure writ

Life’s love experience wit

Companion

The sun spreads morning light filling the dark voids

Luminance bounces from the east reflecting from surface exposed

Into the open sash glazed refraction to his rooms

They wake together light and he, begrudging slumber last sleep

It drives last dark from furniture and fittings, cloth and structure

Revealing pattern, his neatly contained and lonely world

His eyes they open always east, morning invading from behind

Fitful sleep succumbs to days first words: “good morning”

To space divan, had space been filled be space divine

This place is neat, this half bed made, pillows fluffed, always there

It never moves for this mans slumber reveres this place his morning eyes

Seeking sadly his companion, his life’s partner, where does she lie?