Two more steps

The legs and feet have nothing to do with the epilepsy. The nerves will return on their own. I greet my feet every morning, say goodnight every evening. My beloved arrives this afternoon, along with the MRI. More brain pictures. Meanwhile my sloth and I do our version of cavorting in the hallway.

Waiting for my beloved

And the last MRI.

Two steps

To leaving.

I walk

Up and down the hall

With Rosemary.

I wait well

These days,

Take in particular data

For the doctors

Back home,

Me and Rosemary

Walking the halls

Of this place.