back.

I walked instantly into
The swirling life
That does not stop for
Holidays and hardly even to say hello.

Her eyes, black and blue,
Waiting for the healing to come,
Greeted a stranger with love
And excited affection.

Within minutes I was
Called to care for the sick,
Rushing with a bucket
To catch his vomit.

I was crying too,
Not from lack of life,
But from too much of it
Swirling in my veins
And not knowing what to do with it all.