Our Unspoken Fear

Several years ago. 

Knock Knock. I opened the hospital room door to check on my patient.

The bed was empty.

Oh no…

HighFives and Heartache

a sunset that lights our feet on fire

Shortly after sunset, the dance began.

We hovered together, huddled in clusters around the floor.  In a quick, steady, tempo, we recited the day’s events, and the things to come. A murmur, slightly above a whisper, so patients and families walking by could not hear the secret exchange- our passing off from one nurse to another, during shift change. With too much to do and too little time, we spoke in acronyms, in voice and dance.