Escape into wind after weeks of sanitized air,

Natural quiet with no bleeping infusion pumps,

Beeping nurse calls, monitors, meters,

Tick, tick of small flashing lights,

Drip, drip, drip of intravenous therapy.


Home at last, garden is gorgeous,

Damp growing grass under bare toes,

Morning-scented air on sun-warmed face.

Feel summer blooming

After watching it bud from behind glass and shutters.


Home with the worst now behind us.

Home at last to unpack bags filled with chemical smelling laundry

Packs of pills, sponges, syringes,

And a growing sense of hope.


Nyborg 2017

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