ICU

 

Why hide your presence from the multitude
The chair behind the window yielded once to your sitting
The surrounding air warmed to your breathing
Why write only about legends and heroism
About shyness and rendezvous
There are stories of equal splendor:
The passionate listening hands behind the stethoscopes, a warm blanket,
Comforting words and warm moist cloth on your face
That calm your thoughts wakened and suddenly frightened at the middle of the night.