Inside the Machine

Lay still.

hmmmmm
buzzzzzzzzz. JINK!!!

Chuck, chuck, chuck
SHPEHHHHHHHH BANG!!!

Bombs dropping all around. I’m enclosed.
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.
Uproar the bind, constraining me to my mind.
Bombs fall on my head. Hope I’m not dead.

Lay still.

Jack hammers breaking stone. I’m surrounded.
Digging a pit around me. Trapping me.
Panic on my face. Facing tall walls with no escape.
Jack hammers eat concrete. I can’t feel my feet.

Lay still.

Kangaroos kicking my chest. I’m reverberating.
Thumping me. Repeatedly.
Vibrations in my brain. Arms numb with strain.
Kangaroos knock out my breath. This machine is death.

Lay still.

Minutes leaving my cognition. I’m entranced.
Slipping into panic. World fades to timeless state.
There is no trend. I see no end.
Minutes stretch into chaos. Instinct says fight, turn and toss.

Lay still.

Thoughts multiplying like cancer. I’m engulfed.
Stealing focus. Mind jumps like lightning.
Brainwaves are too choppy. Images come out sloppy.
Thoughts scream fear. MRI lady says “try again dear.”

Lay still.

Journey among Giants

Giants before us, above, below, and behind
Green hands stretch far and wide
Drowning the sun like an overwhelming tide
Jurassic ferns sprawl out beneath
The site radiates beauty beyond belief
Red might stands tall against wind and time.

Tire treads and footfalls mark our presence
Blazing trail through ancient forest
Naught but minuscule tourists
Three of millions passerby
The trees to our hearts we hold nigh
But to the trees we are mere moments.

Gliding by like flight
Over hills, and along ridges
Around switchbacks and across bridges
Sly roots mix knees with dirt
Stray brambles shred polyester shirt
Blood and sweat are taken by forest bite.

But the price to ride is still low
Legs and metal propel us
Through natural garden so marvelous
It’s a struggle and a dance
With Earth, composed of pain and romance
The Mighty Redwoods look down, and continue to grow.