Life on Mars

dedicated to K. with hugs and prayers
Deborah Beach Giordano
February 23, 2016

Transported
to an alien world:
a sterile landscape
of brightly-lighted rooms
where no one ever sleeps;
filled with the scent of gauze,
alcohol rubs,
hope,
fear,
and courage.

Learning
a foreign language:
IV, MRI,
CT scan,
surgery,
radiation,
chemotherapy,
infusion;
life reconjugated.

Paper gowns,
warming pads,
plastic pillows,
reclining chairs,
stethoscopes,
pills and ports
and pressure cuffs:
the strange and confusing
becomes routine.

Time is calculated
in fluid doses,
each drip
a grain of sand
in an otherworldly
hourglass.

A community
of intimate strangers
aware of good days
and bad;
cheering successes,
grieving losses,
sharing,
crying,
laughing,
praying.

Gentle, blue-clad angels
swoop softly,
ministering
with unhurried urgency
careful,
caring,
watchful
in sickness
and in health.

What could never be imagined
is how life now is:
a new normal,
another day
in a different world,
each morning
the adventure begins
again.

 

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About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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