To a Nurse
Slipping away,
then hands tuck you back in
arrange your sheets in the dark
while you float
connected to dank viaducts
that drain your body
only to feed a conscious
plasma back to you.
It is almost beautiful
this slipping away and returning.
As flotsam you are part
of a humming communion,
momentarily you belong
with those others
who have drained gently away.
The reappearance of yourself
brings with it a vision,
an unknown hand holding yours.
Though you cannot now place her,
it is beautiful how she knit you together
from a few threads of life
with just a lingering touch.
Stayed with you
amid your coming and goings.
You want to know her name.
to kiss her like a lover
or a mother
but no doubt
she will not even remember,
or maybe she now needs you
and you don’t miss her enough?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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