B4 at the window
in a period of sleep
looking down
waiting waiting
A courtyard parking way below
with registrations specified
but most cross-hatched as if to show
if you come here don't block the way
This is the way to Mental Health
The tarmac shines
winter wind has scoured
debris from the paths
where now and then a figure loiters
waiting maybe out of doubt
the chance of being in or out
the realm of Mental Health
In B4 darkness depth of night
blinking lights and subdued beeping
quiet murmurs curtains drawn
waiting for another dawn
waiting waiting