Someone

You are lying on a bed

                                   in a nursing home

your body is a bed of roses

   in your mind which is music

    full of love and waves

                                            of energy

     as large as the decaying children
              who tend the body

                    the idea

                  of being un-present

              in the window clouds

                     (large, piled up)

               in the breath of sheets and pillows

                            there is no patience

                                in a body

              full of love and waves

                                                of energy

                          dying

                                       under a sheet