Chasing Rabbits

by Maren Morgan


Your first treatment
you mercifully sleep through.
Your first chemo and
you sleep and sleep and sleep
with your IV’ed hand propped on a pillow
cross-stitched with magenta hibiscus blossoms.

I’m glad you are oblivious
to the gory war stories recounted by
your fellow infusionees.

Your gentle hand twitching, lip wiggling,
and ankle rustling show me that
in your dreams, you’re chasing rabbits –
You and Queenie, your beloved beagle,
in a sun-drenched field of
cricket cacophony and grasshopper explosions.

I’m so relieved
that that’s where you are

Instead of here
in this
infusion room.

About the Author

Maren Morgan


Maren E. Morgan. The first name rhymes with STAR-Ben. It's Danish, although I am not. I was named for a friend of my mother's who was named for her great-grandmother back in the old country.  I think of myself as a mother first, then a musician, then a person. My sons are the best things about my life. Musicking: I perform and compose.  House rehabbing: Not a talent I ever thought I'd develop, but one thing led to another and I am now well versed in the lay person's ways to evaluate and demolish neglected houses.  See my many, many articles on as Maren Morgan M-T.  Also, my upcoming book: I Rescued a House: One Woman's Victory with an Abandoned Castle. Writing. Oh yes, I write.  I turn out copious free verse poetry in addition to how-to articles. I enjoy sharing my life wisdom (scant, but it's yours for the asking.)   I absolutely love what I do. It's very rewarding to invite people through my creations to be all that they can be in a safe, honest, explosion of unique, genuine energy. (I am very enthusiastic, if not utterly insane.) Please visit my under-construction website: