The Blue Dot (Sonnet 138)
1 min readApr 19, 2020
In his last days, the meds were so heavy
At hospice, that his children had arranged
He had no appetite for anything
The TV on low to lull him to sleep
Before slipping into his anxious dreams
He’d see his fears in three colored spheres
Projected vividly on his eyelids
But he struggled to keep them all arranged
Yellow for the loss to his family
Red for regrets, what he’d done to others
But the one that would most make him shiver
Was the blue circle that presaged the end
One night the blue circle became the sun
With the others spinning round its orbit