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Friday, 01 June 2012

The Hall

By Michael Gorodezky who blogs at Thin Ice of a New Day

Why do I come here in my thoughts?

I see it clearly.

It is long and straight but it has many turns.

The walls have pictures of body parts.

It has a big liver picture at which I stare.

I look at it many times and study it.

I bring friends to see it to help them understand.

The wall has a letter from a man.

I am afraid of the letter.

I do not read it.

The title says: “from a man who has had many surgeries.”

I never read it.

I think of the letter often.

I think of the hallway often.

I can see it’s never ending light.

The nurses and aids moving quickly

The machines being hauled up and down

The tight little knots of doctors planning for a moment in the room.

I walk the halls to escape the room.

I learn to sit quietly for long periods of time.

I watch the flowers and the rain.

I learn to stop my bad thoughts.

I do not learn to have good thoughts.

v No one talks to me.

Not in the hall.

Not in the cafeteria.

Not in the entire hospital.

I am invisible.

The elevator is filled with us all.

The professors and the interns

The nurses and the students

The patients and their spouses

The mommies and their babies

Late at night we family-people talk.

We are tired and we let our guard down.

We tell our tiny stories as we descend 12 floors.

I listen to the tragedy and feel nothing.

We know we can stop when the doors open.

We return to our invisible state.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Wow Michael-

You affect me in a puzzling way. Just as I think I know where you are heading you zig and zag and I am a bit frightened. I want to know why.

It's a puzzle for sure, with a lot of possibilities. Maybe
it's the 12th floor hall leading to an operating arena and recovery rooms. It might be an ICU floor with very ill patients. Could it be that you are a family member waiting for an outcome to a tragic event?
Okay, I give up. I'd love to know.
Mary Hertslet

This is great.

Cubbyhole claustrophobic commentary?

Funny how the family and friends of an ill person can suddenly be ignored by the staff. I wonder if hospital employees can just take a moment or two to console rather than to ignore. We forget suffering goes on outside in the hallway, too.

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