Restless Night
drags to a close.
At dawn, the hospital is waking.
with equipment clatter ,
hallway chatter,
meal cart’s squeaky wheel,
breakfast on a tray-table,
meds being fed,
doctors rounding patients,
bed rumpled, alarms
if I get up, staff rollover
at 7.
I sit up, note
where I am, wish I were home.
I look out the window
as molten gold explodes
on the horizon, fills
the seams in the landscape, blankets
the hospital, sucks
all the air, overflows
all boundaries, slops
over the edges,
spangles
the earth.
– by Ed Alley
From Ed Alley: "I woke up in the hospital after treatment for pneumonia. This poem resulted. I've always been fascinated by words, what is said, what is meant, what is left out. Poetry challenges me to go deeper into words, to make them come alive."
drags to a close.
At dawn, the hospital is waking.
with equipment clatter ,
hallway chatter,
meal cart’s squeaky wheel,
breakfast on a tray-table,
meds being fed,
doctors rounding patients,
bed rumpled, alarms
if I get up, staff rollover
at 7.
I sit up, note
where I am, wish I were home.
I look out the window
as molten gold explodes
on the horizon, fills
the seams in the landscape, blankets
the hospital, sucks
all the air, overflows
all boundaries, slops
over the edges,
spangles
the earth.
– by Ed Alley
From Ed Alley: "I woke up in the hospital after treatment for pneumonia. This poem resulted. I've always been fascinated by words, what is said, what is meant, what is left out. Poetry challenges me to go deeper into words, to make them come alive."