Amidst blips and bleeps
In glowing scanning lights
Breath by breath recorded
Life goes quietly onward
No time for selfish pity
Nor tremors of a fear
A sense of being near
Gratitude for this season
All the follies of the world
Tossed aside trivialities
Their importance squandered
Piled inexplicably upon the floor
No visitors, save but staff
Rustling like leaves blowing
In the winds of tasks enacted
Shuttling in and out in brevity
A nameless soul infirmed
Convalescing restlessly
Routines e'er interupting
Calamities of sound sleep
Known but a short while
A foreign realm, sterile
No trappings of living
Only being's business close
Christmas in hospital
Darkened room, a lit hall
Flickering monitor festival
Lights confirming life
No presents to be seen
Nor tree to stand tall, alit
The greatest gift to have
A simple constant pulse