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 ***

where cultures collide

into beautiful desperation

differences dissipate, because of one similarity

the threat

the wonder

and the anxiety

of the E.R.