After Your Surgery
by Michael Neal Morris

My book is read; the computer is down
I have little to do
but listen to hospital sounds:
hisses and grunts of machines
you not snoring
nurses sliding around
on tiny shoes, adoring
the numbers they’ve seen.

I like most of the quiet here
but I hope we can go home soon.
We haven’t been alone so long
in ages, and everyone is friendly.
But my world doesn’t take
doctor’s notes. My brain won’t grant
sick days. I must enjoy the sun
through windows, the wind through pages
flipping, and rest by clicking keys.

Michael Neal Morris has published short stories, poems, and essays in a number of print and online venues. Collections of his work are listed at Smashwords. He lives with his family just outside the Dallas area, and teaches at Eastfield College.