I met a new person in the hospital I've known her for over 30 years This time we met for a first time again with her grappling an infection that could be her death. Openly following her inner whisperer Her depleted call for homemade simple soup - something for nourishing beyond the chocolate pudding, coffee and tomato soup being served She sips and feels life reentering her antibioticed cells. mmmmmmmmmmmm she savors With my hands on her heart and mid back Exactly how she places them . . . me with the New Years dream of vastly deep water and she with a dream of a beautiful green meadow We descend silently into the realms of our visions . . . Healing announces herself.