Reconnecting

Reconnecting

Back to the buzzing, beeping marasmus 

of cold hospitals and medical staff

inquiring of my privacy.

Back to the serpentine display of wires

and stents, catheters, oxygen masks,

as I lie above ground, a root system

upended and drained then rehydrated.

Open your eyes to a homecoming 

you didn’t quite wish for.

Nurses and aides chatter and hover

Around me mimicking salvation.

Routinely and professionally starched.

The saline drips hydration back 

into my body until 

I am as plump as a tomate,

red with anger and irreverence.

Family look at me, hopeful for recognition,

and pray chains around me, keeping

Me bound to this world and their lives.