A blade of sunlight
cuts through an opening
in a bedroom curtain,
shining dust motes
float like celestial bodies
in a far-away galaxy.

In the bed a woman
feels the dead weight
of her own throbbing body.
Where once she was spinning
in glorious orbit around
the good things of her life
she is now embedded
(bedridden) within four walls,
the perimeter of her known universe.

Soon she will be floating
on a pillow of pain relief,
drifting and weaving
her own unpredictable path
through the dust motes
and pale yellow light of the room

a heavenly body in her own galaxy.