Waiting Room Poem #13. The hum, the blanket, and the connecting threads

Another one from the waiting room…

The rolling, pulsing hum
helps me contemplate
the next thirty-seven days
before dropping
to a less-sympathetic frequency
not unlike the warm blanket
with the hole my toe gets caught in
when I try to pull it up over my legs
before the cat gets to it
making me wait
another ten minutes
before I can get cozy
and comfortable

The edge is finally off
but I’m still worried
about the center
I’ve been holding together
an uneasy truce
between equal and opposing
uneasy truths
still connected
by fraying threads
If they were a married couple
they’d be stealing the blankets
back and forth all night
both waking up cranky and restless
The silence is uncomfortable

The only thing falling asleep
is my leg—
down to where my foot
is sticking out
My toe got caught in the hole
and the cat got to the blanket
before I could pull it up over my legs
It’ll be another ten minutes
before I can get cozy
and comfortable

(7 February 2018)