As I slide into the capsule
it presses down on me.
Am I to be buried here
in a space age release
into the dark unknown?
Visions of Spock hurtling
through space in his shining
and smooth black sphere
invade my consciousness.
Here round lights line the edge.
Reality tries to get the upper hand.
Who would put lights in a coffin?
Breathing deep I close my eyes
why look at what scares me?
An engine fires into life
and with it indescribable
sounds like heavy parts
moving, crashing together.
Heat and energy pulse through from my arms
to my body. Surely my blood is starting
to boil with this active, lashing heat
a separate entity coming from
unknown space and time.
Am I flying near the sun?
Is its massive gravity pulsing
parts from my craft? Boiling blood,
melting muscle, baking bone done?
Breathe, breathe. Smile spine smile-
it’s your intricate parts they want to
graph. It’s you that put me here.
Not burdened with imagination
you lay still as bidden while
the mind that shares your body
scatters all over the universe
of television and movie,
of rampant imagination.
An amplified voice assures me I’m done.
Out of the MRI, I breathe cool air.
Janice DeRuiter 2014
Great description of the MRI process…must remember this the next time I have to go into the ‘tube’.