Meeting God in The Mundane

My ankle twirls the foot hooked to it with its toes wiggling 

My hair twists through my fingers

I take a deep breath through my face mask

Warm and cool air circulates around my chin

My elbow leans upon a bedside table as I flick through musics of taste to flow through this headset

My eyes close to break up the monotony 

The plain yellow curtains and hospital lino 

To break it up with memories and fantasies that play on the screens of my eyelids

And I wait

Wait for her to wake up 

Wait to put on a happy face 

Wait to be creative and flexible

Wait for the unexpected 

Perhaps this time she'll make sense

Or perhaps she won't 

I tap the floor to the rhythm in my ears

I return to a childlike openness

A state of being adults sacrifice to money gods

I regress into that prior incarnation

Ready to delight in the sane and the insane 

Ready to love 

Unconditionally