We're temporarily hard wired;
Cannulas, PICCs, Hickman's connected
to bags gently dripping
innocently clear toxicity
into our veins.

Outside the wind is slowly stripping
peach and lemon coloured leaves
that glow like lanterns
against a heavy sky,
which threatens rain.

Our lives on hold; we have learned to be
patient patients.
We bring diversions
that can be managed easily

Outside the traffic ebbs, and flows,
pausing only for the lights.
Birds alight, depart; the world
moves on, circling this timeless room
where, f
or now, we're stranded.

© Samantha Newbury November 2011