List to the green light, little boat
Always toward my Starboard Home
Home in my fevered brain
Away from tomorrow's surgery
In this blue liquid dream of escape
Where the end of the story is many shiny days
And not possible death on a table
A table serving open hearts
And scalpels in gleaming chrome
    Sponges and stitches of blackened catgut
    That may or may not promise tomorrows

Float me to survival . . . my tiny green light of hope
Help me arrive at my Starboard Home