A Friendly visit…
Last night. when the clock strikes thirty past seven, i went to Mt. Sinai to visit a friend. i got lost on the way, i misinformed myself. what i thought was i’d be going to St. Michael hospital somewhere in Queen but when I listened to my voicemail again, i confirmed that i should be off at Queen’s Park subway to Mt. Sinai.
anyway, i went there with a heart that one day this friend of mine would come out healthy and smiling. i went upstairs up to 11th floor- i saw an old lady wearing her hospital uniform sitting on the green with a dash of black color chair, she was so peaceful at herself, i looked at her eyes- I offered a wide smile, she smiled back.
then, i heard somebody’s screaming out of her misfortune. it wasn’t clear to me what she was screaming about but i could read pain through her voice.
one thing i regretted that i realized just now, i should say hi to the patient next to my friend’s quarter.
through the voice of pain, you can understand misfortune
with your heart open , you can see suffering
the eye of the needle knows the pain of the body
but numb enough to understand the condition of the heart.
