It’s December 18, 1949,
and I’m held in a warm,
beating, comforting,
but decreasingly sized space.

I’m fed through a tube
in my belly,
and I hear a high song
of love.

Just out the door awaits
a world of actions, movements,
words and decisions

I will open that door
in two days, in the
Allen Memorial Hospital
Waterloo, Iowa
12:33 pm

Setting out on a path
and an intention
to do this life
better than the last

and to be known this time
for love and laughter
rather than war and loss

Joining me will be
many others
who also hope
to do well, to be well

As we we journey together
through a world
that still needs

all the light, love
and consciousness
we can bring