Walking out of the hospital
The sun is setting
The car park fallen quiet
Empty slots
Hollow spaces
All of this
Out here
Still working like clockwork
Back there
The doors slide close
On an alternate universe
Which runs on trolley wheels
And worried faces
IV drips
Loose sheets on tight clipboards
Tighter lips held closed
Around unsaid words
And ears that strain to hear what is being said
And not said
Breathe deep the fresh evening air
And feel crushed spirits rising
It’s good to hear the birdsong
And know
Life goes on
It’s good to hear the birdsong
And know
Life goes on
No matter what
The world out here
Continues
On and on infinitum
No matter what goes on
Back there
* from last January, repost
Hoping that you’re not the one needing an IV drip.
No not at all, my son actually but he will be fine – just brings back memories and hearing other people asking and worried and scared around me certainly puts things in perspective. Always grateful for continued good health.
Thanks for sharing, Kate 🙂
This is a beautiful reflection Kate. Your words always describe the feelings perfectly. I leave hospitals feeling very blessed.
Emerging into fresh air after sitting in the recirculated, tension filled space of hospitals feels like breaking free.
Hospitals always feel like all the intense emotions of the patients, and staff, who use them are almost oozing out of the walls. No wonder it’s such a relief to get on the outside of them.
Exactly!