The Open Door
Click, Clack, Click, Clack,
Left, Right, Left, Right.
The man, shrouded by himself,
Glides slowly up the hospital stairs.
Through a window, the bronze sun,
Severed in half, by the earth and sky.
He departs from the fate-sealed pane,
Only to pause before another glass wall.
Sleeping in snug little beds,
Babies lay peacefully at rest.
He strides with a hurried patience,
Along corridors of lifeless rooms.
A single glance reveals
The barest landscape of all.
An old lady kneels
Beside her ancient husband.
A newly quickened pace ceases,
With one look through the open door.
His wife lays motionless,
Consumed with a silent pain.
With an expected shock,
He gives a first and last embrace.