They rolled the gurney down the hall

each thinking their own thoughts,

immersed in their private fictions.

I lay quietly

watching the florescent ceiling wheel above

believing all the while

their thoughts were of me.

Not out of some rabid egomania,

but born of my freighted need to believe

myself cared for beyond all sensibility.

Only with such unfounded faith

in the devotion of others

can we deliver our lives into their hands.

Harry Louden Kiracofe

Durango