My wife and I share a hospital gurney,
trying not to fall off of it,
unable to sleep.It’s a Friday night
and there are drunks in the ward
all around us, crying out. Shrieks,
appeals for help, confessions.
This is what limbo must be like.
Dim lights on and off,
phantoms roaming about
in the gloom. A door swings open
and the black privacy curtains
flap like raven wings.
We wait and wait
to see my oncologist, wondering
when my time will come.
Limbo
