I pass by the building everyday
With windows like little boxes
They look like TV screens
At a showroom
Each showing a different channel
A different story
A different perspective
I stand still for a while
Looking at strangers
On the other side of the glass
Detached from the scene
But watching keenly
Saline drips and green scrubs
White coats and green drapes
Rows of beds
And a mix of people
I know they have stories to tell
Unasked questions
Untold feelings
Unexpressed fears
The anxiety is palpable in the air
But I watch them
All aloof from the drama
Like watching a cinema
Placid and inert
And then I walk away
Like everyday
The scenes melting away
Because soon I'll be
On the other side of the glass
Running around
Like a blur of green
Amidst medicine foils and needles
And beeping machines
And maybe then
I'll listen to their stories
All through the day and night
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoesíaJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
