afternoon. widow of a hospital

The day is almost gone.

with me around, gazing.

The tree

standing the cold and dropping temperatures

with resilience.

For years now,

alone on a green patch of defiance.

On its side, walls sheltering itinerant souls, visited by either wild dreams

or citizens of the new world.

Cars, drifting away from motion, into motionless puffing, like wrinkle-embroidered Cuban caballeros,

riding their seductive cigars.

Behind these large windows,

life

swarming death every speck of the day. I cannot escape it,

I can only hope that one day, brave enough and as resilient as this tree,

I will be able to stand alone

in front of the wide wind owing ocean

and witness my very soul

drifting away

into the borderless blue

of God‘s love