sterile (i am not)
I can barely meet the glances
Of my hospital corridor friends
Momentarily consoling each other
With eyes that say
‘You are here too
I understand’
But while they are here
To see their loved ones die
Or to console their friends
After an accident
I am merely lost
On the way
To the ultrasound unit
To see my new baby
For the very first time.
raypool
Fri 7th Aug 2015 21:43
A fine work Stu. Hospitals have a life of their own and a sort of terrible inevitability exists in them; they deserve all our support and I for one fear them . Your poem gives the game away and moves those goal posts I feel.
I love the line "I am lost." That seems to me to sum up the dream like quality of hospitals.