a loud beep ushers in a cursive brand name shaped like a Phoenix 
in the monochrome flame I can see the green parrot on the yellow kite I bought for my son and daughter on our cross country move from DC to LA in 1991 before it flew from our hands into the sky above Redondo Beach 

Hello Peter Harris 

Connecting to network 
Self testing 
Connect bags
Open the clamps 
Priming 
Initial drain 
Check patient line 
Connect yourself 

I bob and weave to the staccato instructions from my new night-time companion 

my Pulmonologist says I should be dancing together with him and my 
Cardiologist Nephrologist and Rheumatologist 

but I’ve lost all rhythm after kidney failure and since I moved from independence in California to interdependence in my son’s home in Florida 

cranes fly in the sky above his home 

a year into my recovery but I still hear squawking of the flock of parrots who claimed the evening skies above my home in Altadena 

one parrot brings up the rear phasing from neon green into a blazing yellow triangle 

End of Therapy 
Turn me off 

my companion welcomes me to another morning 

leaving me hoping for a new-day flow and the miracle of a body that again lets me fly