Sun Rays dance on my Bed.

Sunlight arrives early

A few friendly rays

Sit on my duvet, warming it.

I pat the sunlight

Still half asleep

Trying to remember the night's dreams,

Is difficult,

Before they slip under the radar

Of my alertness.

I do not write any deep poetry.

Only light things enter my mind.

Water in the car

checking the oil using the dip stick

And air in tyres.

To think, a week ago, my heart stopped.

But the ambulance people

Got it ticking again.

Spring and sunlight, yes, this will be

A beautiful day.    s