One Long Moment Poem by James McLain

I went in through the door blind,
with only a cane white tip ed, shivering
in the warmth of the hurricane.
The many layered windows,
catch the dreams as steam
between each rush of rain that is blown
through the screen..
I swell in fear as the nurse buttons my flap.
She tells me to follow her,
as she grabs the cane in a hurry,
she rushes me through waves of ever clear.
She leads me to a room, even warmer than the air,
where it seems i lay for weeks, growing weaker.
I can not see,
who keeps changing the bag,
that hangs in the air that is filled with fluids, ...eye vies..