Patient Without a History

I saw him pale-faced and shaking, eyes bulging out,
He ignored my welcome and presence in its entirety,
I stood stunned, static; took a step back, maybe two,
Asked, consented. Waited, then for a flash of a second–
He glared; studied my gesture, my smile, my blood,
The other second was his rejection folding his arms,
I saw him still pale-faced, shaking, but eyes full of grief,
Patient without a history, but utterly comprehensible.

Wednesday, 4th of May 2011