The Longest Waiting is the Same

[Guest guest]

In the hospital waiting room

There are no colours,

Embellished in the hearts of concern

And love for the beloved who lies on

The stainless steel table, under the surgeon's

Skillful hands, the anesthetist's act of breathing

For the sleeping patient,

And the Gods of religion and prayer

May or may not answer in the affirmative,

The point in healing

Is colourless odorless and bloodless though it

Severs every form, everything we deem

Heady with the succinct perfume of God almighty

And prayers for the Beloved,

To awaken

To live another day,

To be loved,

By those of us in the anteroom, who wait

Ever-so-impatiently, hackneyed and

Wild-eyed.

 

 

 

Ana