PORTFOLIO

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

"THE HOSPITAL BY THE SEA"



I like to live where I can see the sea. It reminds me that I am tiny. The ceaseless shifting of a million points of light connected by the netted surface are hypnotic like a fireside, like television sets, like hideous catastrophe. Shadows and light, shadows and light - a sprinkle of fishes, sinking like coins in a wishing well. I am in three places at once, on land, at it's bed, and I am also far away.

The moon, bone-white, drawing the tides. It looms. I lope away from the hospital, hating that I'm tired. I wish there was someone better then me to protect you. You're a rose-bud in a hothouse. The nurses are gardeners, tending to you, tweaking the dials and watching you grow, waiting with me to see if you'll root here on this earth. Maybe you won't. Maybe I sniffed you down from that place of angels on a chain of stars, and you were better off so far above.

I hope that you intend to stay. Is there someone I can pray to?

©Amy Leonard, 2016.