Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Keeping watch

I creep into the
Hospital room
Wires dangling
From his bruised arms
Machines beeping,
Numbers on the screen
Tell where he resides –
This world?
The next?
Life.
Fragile at beginning and end
We watch
And wait
Monitors blinking
Lines making steep mountains and valleys
In the delicate balance
Between the now and not yet
Tonight,
They reassure me
Blood still courses through his heart…
This heart
So filled
With love
It bursts

1 comment:

amy wolgemuth bordoni said...

I know that place. beautiful poem - sorry you/he were/was there.