Sanitized

The starched white and the blue green scrubs

in the beehive of targeted outcomes 

the floors scrubbed shiny like mirrors 

you can see your laugh and frown lines

masks gloves gowns probes sanitized

 breathing hope with beeps of various frequencies.

The see-saw between fear and let go

is a matter of quiet wait and watch

knowing divine hands and eyes

at work changing destinies. Wheeling you

in and out as in a plan of a second chance.

Almost God like.

The difference between taking and missing 

a breath decides your place on earth

or beyond. Too simple (almost simplistic)--

Our presence on the planet

at best accidental and every breath’s

a benediction.