Night Flight
The moment
I knew
my mother was leaving—
no word, no signal,
just a slight shift
in the staff's routine,
moving through
the dim quiet
of the critical room;
tending machines,
securing trays,
smoothing blankets,
quietly closing the blinds
on a life,
while the world
ghosted below
in darkness.
M.C. Newberry
Mon 2nd Sep 2024 13:28
A theme that finds a companion in the work of Sir John Betjeman.
The presentation is simple and all the better for it.