In the Breast Unit

The city mural on the wall
helps us escape.
I sit amongst women
who may not make it.
Demons in their chests.

(And I think of the swans
on the River Severn –
how we’re all battling underneath
and I can’t help feeling like a fraud
knowing I have a one hundred
percent chance of recovery.

I’m amazed by conversation,
the normal, everyday,
their ability to glide –
to be present in water
when surrounded by tidal loss).              

Framed in the left corner
a city emblem, honour of Queen.
The black pear tree –
a disease resistant variety.

Nina Lewis