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.