Like water drums

Please bear with me. It’s not been easy. You see the darkness was, well – how can I say – very dark. It was not my old friend – I’ve come to talk to you again – not in Paul Simon’s voice – although it hung around, keeping me company, hooded and brooding. Talking to me – and I could not shut my ears. It’s difficult to describe but – the best way, I think, is to say – there was no light. I only know this now because of the lightness of the breath that has returned and the bloodstream now flows – yes, that’s it – almost unnoticed. Oh, I nearly forgot. I knew I was alive because I could hear my heart in my ears. Loud, monotonous blood moving, pumping like water drums. Hanging around me, talking, reminding me of the darkness.