It’s ok., I’m here, I say.
Holding an unknown hand.
Watching laboured breathing,
Her wrapped and tense fingers relaxing.
Sleep once again holding her safe.
Another bell ... I move on... to another with a lifetime of living, with stories untold.  Respect.

I met myself today
sitting here, not searching.
I tried to catch the rolling years
.. I did, wrapping them gently
in the most beautiful voile.
Aware of my breath ... I smile,
a package of uniqueness
within my reach.