Dennis.... Having you back amongst your List-family and friends - and sharing your thoughts in your own unique way (who cares if the words rhyme or not , 'cause they're still the essence of YOU....) makes my day feel right .... better... good. NOW tho, you're now not only a member of the ORIGINAL "Hole in the Head Gang," but a CHARTER member of the newer, more "IN-and-with-it" "BIONIC Hole in the Head Gang!" Now THAT'S a VERY select group, if there ever was one! <smile> Welcome home Dennis, and every I hope every "tweak" of your bionic-brain-thinggee" has you feeling better and better!! With love.... Barb Mallut (aka "Future member of the "Bionic Hole in the Head Gang") <in a year or so> [log in to unmask] -----Original Message----- From: Dennis Greene <[log in to unmask]> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> Date: Saturday, October 23, 1999 9:52 AM Subject: Thanks and a poem >Hi > >I'm back after what so far seems to be successful surgery. My thanks for >your prayers and good wishes. > >Whilst not specifically a PD poem, the following was begun whilst looking >from my room on the morning of surgery. > >Sorry folks - mostly it doesn't rhyme > >Dennis > > > >Fifth floor - 5 AM > >It's 5 AM, >and night holds day at bay, >gathering darkness in a close embrace >which fills the hollow places of this room >with old emotions, fears, and shadowed thoughts; >half seen half felt forerunners of the day. > >(Life lifts its head, >says something, >is ignored; >I gaze out of the window, >self - absorbed) > >Beyond the glass low clouds reflect the glow >of orange streets, >banked hellfire in the sky, >and silent roads >pulse with the predawn silver flow > >of headlights , >and the orange red, >red orange blink >of taillights, caught, >caution stop go / caution stop go, >in obsessive / compulsive loops >of imposed behaviour. > >How much this view has changed since yesterday; >then sunlight - spilling free across the plain - >insisted that it must touch everything; >and clouds were simply clouds, >the roads were grey, >and all this glowing flow >of traffic >was just one more half seen detail >among a million on display. > >I have the thought that light is never free >we pay for light with truth, >and when we see it all - and nothing , >we will be free - to chose >between obsessions and the dawn.