(Poem written in hospital with blood infection - a storm raging through my entire body - two babies at home with their Papa)
January 23, 2002
A room with a view to my soul
I'm time taken-transported
To another place of being
In my small, cubby hole
Room in this Hospital of Mercy
I lay here - considering my
True Being - the price we pay for Being Human
The cost exacted of us as we
Travel along our life's journey
A Pathway of Healing
I reminisce sweetly of another
place -- a different time
Also institutional in its effect
Lightly colored walls, the sound
of hustle and bustle below on
The street - an ambulance
A siren - a human voice - an emotion
A need vocalized
Others in this lifetime and in other's lifetimes doing the
Best they can to Heal -- to
Be true to our own individual humanity
I hear, I feel, I sense a
Community of poems in
Service to Healing -- going about
Their daily business - their
Keenness, their sensitivity
They touch me, unspeaking
They implore me to heal
My Pain, My Desolation, My Loneliness
To embrace my sorrow and fear
And understand these with
A Heart of Compassion and Tolerance
For mis-takes of my past both
of this life and others
Finally, I feel fluid movement
of healing taking place
My femininity, my womanhood
is made whole at home more - It
is embrace with loving kindess
And all round me - the nurses
This hospital room - my friends,
my family, my mother and grandmother
Encircle me in their love - the presence of a Great Mystery