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?