Copihue Poetry

They sleep the sleep of the just.
I lend my eyes to look after them.
It was not an easy day:
puzzled looks,
news that was tough to digest.
But the night offers a truce
and now time is falling in drops.

In each room, three patients
and three caregivers.
And though they share the same space
no one would say they sleep together.
Each pair aches in their own way.

I look at the first two.
Patient and caregiver fell asleep
while holding hands.

It takes so little
to be a home.
Just being side by side.
Touching.