Let's say you have the flu
and a fever of 104:

While you sleep, fitfully,
twisting and sweating,
an angel appears
and unravels visions
patched together from your past
and borrowed from your future.

Who's to say whether your illness
provides a doorway to truthful, hidden depths
or simply messes with your poor brain's synapses,
giving you a glimpse of madness?

Who's to say?

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.