I dreamed I carried a sick man in my arms
as if he were a skinny sleepy child.
I felt draped like a marbled Pieta,
climbed steps into a bathroom
that was tiled in shades of gold.
A man stood beside a deep blue bath
and took the sick man from me. The bathroom
became a dark escalator, cracks appeared
around my feet as I was carried up and up
past a fragile window and a narrow ledge
where a woman stood, arms outstretched,
pinned against the glass, and beyond the glass