Waiting In Hospitals.

Sooner or later, we all spend time waiting on loved ones in a hospital. It is a helpless feeling. For us control freaks, it is intolerable. 

He didn’t like hospitals.

Imposing buildings filled with humans

who cared;

but they didn’t know anything.

The building facades were foreboding.

What did they hide inside?

He stepped inside,

walked on the carpeted floors,

and passed comfortable furniture

and soothing music.

It felt like a furniture store,

trying vainly to look like a home.

The nurses and doctors resembled aliens

in a landscape populated by green gowns

and white masks;

Metal jewelry hung from their necks,

and loudspeakers screamed like a sailor,

trying to keep calm

in the storm.

Disembodied voices coming from everywhere,

gave instructions to strangers

whose lives hung in the balance.

He told himself that this elaborate show

was a necessary preparation

for the inevitable.

He tried to remember the mantra

that we all die.

Instead, he only remembered that he was in a hospital,

and he didn’t know whether she would come out again.