I've been sick ....

.... and taken to my bed.
But when I woke and saw Sylvester
I knew I wasn't dead.

Rilke wrote an essay
about dolls and the soul
how if we could find what we'd left in them
we might make our psyche whole.

I wonder about Sylvester,
always so optimistic and so daft.
But I'm sure when God first thought of him
she laughed and laughed and laughed....