The Prayer of Gertrudes

There is a stagnant moment
when a dream is not a dream
and she is going to die.
That one, yes.
Early in the morning
reaching over her chest
to find the answer.
It isn't there
nor on the stretcher
or in the young attendant's eyes.
The clouds begin
their lament
far away in the sky
and it is time.
A dream is not a dream
and she is going to die.
If only I could tell you more
but then they'd come for me.