Time in Triage RPAH 14/8/15

It isn't the first time

We all wait as the clock ticks away

I'm here with heart at 130 bpm

Dusty sweat

The commonality of heaves

Sighs tears blankets

Her in the red parka

We think she miscarried

My friend who came with me

When I had to go at a drop of a hat and I

A brave boy

Gashed forehead

An impatient fella

He's been here three hours though

This is the compass

Of compassion I've found

Over the two hours I am 

Feeling better

Heart is now at 120

A few hours ago

I didn't want to hear

Questions are you ok?

Because it has

Embedded in it

Not being ok

And that's a ravine

I could fall into 

The shake of fear

The eyes downcast because 

The green gowned doctors

Come out

Every half an hour

For a moment back there

I thought of my regrets

Maudlin 

Then I shut my eyes

In cloudy ecstasy 

And remember

Some of my loves

And the just one

Of my past loves

Now I miss her terribly

I see her in a golden morning room

Straddling me

Looking into my eyes

Her bare unbound body

Her eyes then shut close 

Perhaps in a cloudy ecstasy

A common 

A common cloud

Spanning back

In my memory-image

I feel reconciled

For a moment

All these pinpricks 

Of system connect

Moments, moment by moment

All in triage all strung by moments

Two hours ago they asked my DOB

I hold the medical staff in a bestowing happy

Acceptance

All I can give is trouble

Time beats per minute

I hear my one in memory

Last time I went into

Hospital she said loving things

When the ambulance took off

I remember the good times