They rolled the gurney down the hall
each thinking their own thoughts,
immersed in their private fictions.
I lay quietly
watching the florescent ceiling wheel above
believing all the while
their thoughts were of me.
Not out of some rabid egomania,
but born of my freighted need to believe
myself cared for beyond all sensibility.
Only with such unfounded faith
in the devotion of others
can we deliver our lives into their hands.
Harry Louden Kiracofe
Durango
