Resting Pulse

 

At last when I lay

no stress to my knees

no floaters go by

I won’t feel the breeze,

 

When finally I sleep

never to talk -

with no final grades

from one smelling of chalk

 

At last when I lay

no handful of pills

ending the question,

Have you had any spills?

 

The holes in my socks

I’m taking along

the ticks in the clock

no longer my song

 

I’ll be rested and happy

on my final day –

for I’m taking my pulse

and going away.

 

 

 ZC