The Ambulance Box
No one can swear how it fell
into our hands. No one
can fathom its substance or build.
It mystifies all
who think of themselves as whole
but those of us huddled
round our various wounds
are at home with the box
and all it contains.
Hear us,
shoulder to shoulder in the dusk,
celebrate life – sprained and splinted
broken
bandaged
set to heal
You can borrow The Ambulance Box from the Scottish Poetry Library, which also lends by post. Tel: 0131-557 2876, e-mail [email protected] or visit www.spl.org.uk