Life inside a hospital

Perfect happiness is
nothing.
But here, there
is something everyday.
Sometimes
we pick up
faces to think
about for
the
rest of the day.
That is
lovely.

I notice
That people on stretchers
Are
In the hall ways
But I walk
Past them now
And do not look twice
Am I being
Polite or is it just
That I do not see

I saw an old man
Sleeping on
One such stretcher
In the hallway
It was the sort of sleep that wants
To last
Forever.
Inside
There is no magic in the faces.
But
magic, like love
happens
only Incidentally.
And will not be
Forced.