Tuesday, November 28, 2023


Unsure whether isolation
Made the breaking morning final
Or that night the first, the maker

Of invisible creation
Perched in hospital impatience,
Waiting for the soft hosannas

Promised unseen demon angels
Gathered bedside should be singing
Wordlessly beyond all hearing,

Knowing only darkness blinking,
Counters pulsing, drippers sighing
Their admonitory comments

For the wholly unknown maker
Making for the whole unknowing.

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