Lazarus in the Hospital

Part 1

I Was Never a Good Girl Scout

i have learned to come prepared,
for the longest wait, i think,
is in the hospitals
where time stands still on each and every face
and furrows knit themselves deeply between
1000 eyes of contemplation,
1000 folded hands and heads bowed
in a lonely chapel
and holy one-religion-fits-all House
of Prayer

In Cleveland the winter rain pours so cold
it makes one's teeth ache
and the skys are so grey that
even God must be a little depressed,
i think of the years of silent waiting,
i think of the books i had time to read
and the poems that were yet to be born,
i think of how it all begins
i don't think of how it all ends.


Part 2

Lazurus in the Hospital


yesterday in the hospital i
wrote some lines of poetry,
some invasive thoughts,
i started to doodle on my yellow
legal-sized pad and when finished
it looked much like an albatross or
perhaps it was a Phoenix, heading
for a crash and burn on my lap,
but it's today now,
it was raining all
night long, a hard rain pounding against
my bedroom window, fists of ice-cold
sheets of music,
sheets of snow-white death

in some places in the world,
death is the colour of white,

the last roses of Autumn I never picked,
frozen on stem and branch,
forgiveness
comes easily when the symphony
of silence is heard,
when the blossoms of yearning and
love call the Lover forth.