I Want to Work in a Hospital


 Cortney Davis

 

 

where it's okay

to climb into bed with patients

and hold them—

pre-op, before they lose

their legs or breasts, or after,

to tell them

they are still whole.

 

Or post-partum,

when they have just returned

from that strange garden,

or when they are dying,

as if somehow because I stay

they are free to go,

taking with them

the color of my eyes.

 

I want the daylight

I walk out into

to become the flashlight they carry,

waving it

so God might find them

as we go together

into their long night.