Barry L. Zaret

Holding Hands

Every day the medical center
fills my eyes
with profiles of disease
long before I arrive
at my patients’ hospital rooms.
I see couples
walking hand in hand
across trafficked streets
from garage to hospital,
navigating the medical center
down serpiginous hallways,
searching for unmarked offices.
They are many
years past teen romance,
hands now linked to form
new life lines.