Legs still stiff with sleepiness, and fingers numb with chill,
Grey white expanse to sidewalk, warm glow to window sills…
Seagulls soar over the hospital, rigid against the sky,
6 AM, winter’s wind invading the skin beneath my sleeves.
And huddled people scurry fast, but look me eye to eye-
I know it’s odd- my raw, drawn face, but today, I needed leave.