Listen to the vents
They sound more staril than a plane cabin
And the scents
Of anti-bacterial attempts to provide comfort
I confess
Its not my primary choice
for a sabbath afternoon
The twist of a limb
And the slip of the heart
Everything
Reducing
Ensuring
Redemption
melting pot
where cultures collide
into beautiful desperation
differences dissipate, because of one similarity
the threat
the wonder
and the anxiety
of the E.R.