friday morning hospital

Oncology Radiation Department

another cancer ward

i am moving slowly

pushing my walker down this clean corridor

there are wheelchairs parked against the wall

i look directly into an ancient frail woman’s eyes

she sees me

there is no recognition

she is lost in her world of fear, confusion, doubt

the pale blue veined sticks of her fingers twitch and twine endlessly

through the thin white hair that remains to her

i am but a fleeting distraction

she is lost, afraid

i am nothing

~

it is only later that i understand

whatever may happen to my body

i must never let go of me

she among all has truly given me blessing

7/28/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott