abstract, wavy shore, image by Dung Tran, on Pixabay
Like Lazarus
I lie on a hard table in a cloud. A corpse prepared for burial. I can't move but my thoughts are active. Is this what death feels like? I think as I drift into unconsciousness. Drifting on waves of dreamless sleep I wander aimlessly within myself. Emerging slowly, I perceive a quiet voice calling my name. "Carol." "Wake up." "The surgery is over." Smiling, I still hear another voice, Calling me back, to Him.
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Carol Farnsworth is an artist and writes poems and
short essays on the light side of living with blindness.
Her writings have appeared in The Avocet, Magnets
and Ladders, Plum Tree Tavern, The Handy Uncapped
Pen, and the Blind Perspective. Carol was born with glaucoma and has experienced decreased vision all
her life. She has had no vision for the last several years. Carol lives with her husband John. They ride a tandem
bike to enjoy nature. Carol gets her inspiration for her nature poetry from these rides.