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It’s the face cage that does it.
I dread the cage,
feeling trapped.
I am not afraid until then,
until it clicks into place
and my view of the world
is broken up by
thin white lines.
I’m told not to move,
not to move a muscle,
to stay perfectly still.
With my head immobile
inside of the cage,
the rest of my body
frozen into position
by a heavy lead vest,
it’s as if I am entering
some sort of futuristic coffin
when they wheel me in.
There are headphones
covering my ears
so that I can hear them
from inside the booth.
As the magnets spin around me,
they are looking within me,
trying to see the mystery within.
When they speak
I can hear them above the roar,
and it is as if I am hearing
the voice of God.
The last time I went,
someone had painted stars
within the tube.
I pretended that I was
at a very loud concert,
outside under the stars.
I could feel the grass
under my feet.
The same trick
never works twice.
This time, tonight,
I will pretend that I am
entering a portal,
a space time continuum,
that will take me to another world,
just for a moment,
a few lovely seconds.
Travelling through
the continuum is a noisy business,
space travel can be so loud,
but I will close my eyes.
A few tears will escape,
but the tears
will become jewels
in the new land
within myself.
I will close my eyes
the stars will enfold me
like a blanket
and I will make a wish.
I will give my tears
over to the magic.
I will wait for the moment
when I am told
that it’s all over,
that I can go home
and he is waiting for me.
I will sleep easy
knowing that my wish
was granted
and that a few of the stars
have followed me home.
Fantastic poem Jamieson but you have always been poetic. Love Love Love and wonders which book this will be in because I know and your works. Go sleep! Hugs, Elaine