To live or not to live,
That is the only question,
Yesterday I spent all day in hospital,
Not unusual, but this time, I was the patient,
They settled me in a nice quiet corner booth, yum, loved it for what I had in mind...,
In the booth next to me, a young woman was being given emergency treatment for a heart attack,
Across from me, a man with acute appendicitis was moaning not so softly, whilst they attached all kinds of IV’s to him,
I love hospitals,
I especially love going to visit my friends and ‘others’ at the psychiatric ward,
Their antics are hilarious,
I sometimes feel they’re the only ‘real’ characters on the Shakespearian worldly stage,
I go to hospitals betimes, to rest, to think, to cogitate, its odd, but you can go into a nice deep trance in an atmosphere filled with urgency if you know how to,
At one point I was awakened from my spell by a woman screaming in agony, and the cries of a newborn braving this world,
The screams subsided and pleasant chatter ensued amongst the excited family members[mom doing just fine...],
I sent them much love and welcomed the little one to our dimension, and, promptly fell back into Hypnos’ deep lap...,
They took six hours to get to me[just as well I needed the rest...],
By then, I had had a glorious sleep and I felt not only much refreshed but healed as well...,
Your analyses and X-rays show you’re as healthy as a newborn Doc, was the verdict,
Of course, by that time I knew it,
But smiled gratefully anyway,
I thanked them all for their graciousness and went on my way,
A new man,
Ready to face another decade or so, that’s how rarely hospitals see me for me...

Thus, I sculpt my life,
Moment by moment,
I do my best to forget yesterdays,
And not to dream of tomorrows,
After all, is there any other moment other than now???