Poezie

Restrained

1 min lectură·6 ianuarie 2013

Mediu

I never believed this could happen to me:

to enter the hospital room, to sit here

in a velvet covered armchair, only to witness

this brand new scene right in front of me,

so close that I can hear the patient’s sighs

or just imagine them. That moment when a nurse

performs an electric cardiac stimulation,

the next moment when the woman lying there

startles in her body, jumping up in the bed

like a toy out of the box. If I were a real doctor

I wouldn’t care at all, at least I wouldn’t feel weak

in my bones, leaning over the armchair.

I'm only a spectator with a strong mind

and a frail body near a kindred soul.

The difference is that I wear white,

another kind of uniform in a place where

everyone else has one, a whiter overall

than the nurse’s.

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Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu. “Restrained.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cristina-monica-moldoveanu/poezie/14021403/restrained

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