The Nurse
Slipping away,
then hands tuck you back into the room,
arrange your sheets in the dark
while you float
connected to dank viaducts
that drain your body
only to feed it back to you.
It is almost beautiful
this slipping away
and returning.
As salvage you are part
of a humming communion,
momentarily you belong
with those others
who have risen upright.
The reappearance of yourself
brings with it a vision,
an unknown hand
holding yours.
And though you cannot now
place her,
it is almost beautiful how
she knit you together
from a few threads of your life.
Stayed with you
amid the
coming and goings
of your life.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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