I am in the quiet room
on the north west hall’s end
while in
the room beside me
chemotherapy drips
I am not here because I want quiet
rather, new hospital policy
forbids coffee
by the nurse station
and I am not, well
nevermind.
I am quiet at least, for now
I listen to the skyline of a
city
not regarded for its skyline,
not regarded at all
and I read Wallace Stevens
and I form opinions