The Sligo Hospital Revisited
Mary drops me at the front entrance.
The day is grey as the interior walls,
and I stand and wait with others
who sit and wait for who knows what or who.
Parking illegally, telling the attendant
the ‘truth’, “A priest waits for me within”,
Catherine hurries in, guides me
up stairs through clean dingy halls
to the patient’s room then hurries away
to forestall hospital’s ‘appropriate action’ being taken!
Chipper Angela chats about family, card games, and friends,
buoyed by a visit and blessing.
No black crows haunt the car park today.
The afternoon rejoices bright in the sun;
The grey Mall pavement stretches down
to the Glass House and Yeats Building
across the Garavogue river in Sligo Town.