shower

white light from a grey sky,
a white cieling, all is awash with light,
there are no curtains blocking the brilliance at all.
The curtains and the silly net curtains are pushed to the sides.
The bedcover is white with blue stripes of varying thickness.

It is warm and clean.
There are three beds in the room, there is hardly space, three men in the room.
One young man, a football goalie, hand broken saving a goal,
one man, slightly deaf, some operation on his stomach,
one man, hand in a bandage, little finger repaired, wound fixed up, sepsis successfully prevented.


Get up, feel good, stand before the window,
look out over the helicopter landing pad, look at all those de luxe buildings in the background.
On the other side of the valley, all green and thriving, trees.

Take the white towel, and plasic bag, small, for the hand,
ask a nurse in the corridor to tape it down, wound around the swollen wrist.
And into the shower room, warm water bliss
for the first time in nearly a week.