Beyond that window
there's that world,
Yiska said,
she pointed
at the landscape,
snow was falling,
covering the tree tops
and the field,
where a tractor moved,
and gulls flew
down behind
as it moved on.
This world
is our world,
I said,
looking behind us
at the locked ward,
and patients sitting
or walking.
Yiska stood there
in her off pink
nightdress,
arms folded
across her breast,
a cigarette
between lips.
I stood next to her,
my nightgown
hanging loose.
This world
is our world,
she said.
I thought of the night
we had hidden
in the ETC room
on a narrow bed,
but the night nurse came
and found her
(I had hidden
from sight)
and moved her
back to her dormitory.
I returned
to the lounge
and sat staring
into the night sky
from the window,
taking in the stars
and the moon's
cool glow.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
Beyond that window
there's that world,
Yiska said,
she pointed
at the landscape,
snow was falling,
covering the tree tops
and the field,
where a tractor moved,
and gulls flew
down behind
as it moved on.
This world
is our world,
I said,
looking behind us
at the locked ward,
and patients sitting
or walking.
Yiska stood there
in her off pink
nightdress,
arms folded
across her breast,
a cigarette
between lips.
I stood next to her,
my nightgown
hanging loose.
This world
is our world,
she said.
I thought of the night
we had hidden
in the ETC room
on a narrow bed,
but the night nurse came
and found her
(I had hidden
from sight)
and moved her
back to her dormitory.
I returned
to the lounge
and sat staring
into the night sky
from the window,
taking in the stars
and the moon's
cool glow.
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