Finlay’s Hours: ‘Twitch’

 

 

 

A chronological collection of writing during my son’s first fortnight of life, in Neonatal ICU.

Supposedly comatose,
Until I saw that one foot twitch,
Which shouldn’t happen
But I swear actually did.
Just a toe,
Just a bit,
Which made me stop and wonder if.

So I call over the doctor
And she goes over
Some of the finer details
Of what’s being done
And how he is under
The influence of drugs
That take him into
‘The land’ (as I call it).

But if he’s roaming
Elsewhere,
How can his toe
Prove that he’s here?

Easy answer:
They’ve turned off the one
That keeps him under,
Unknowing, undone
For some length of time
During which, he reminds us
That he’s here in the world
Beside us.

-Unseen Flirtations

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