Just had to mention a moment from the other day at work. Dr X (a resident) was sitting in the corridor apparently watching the world go by. He looked sad, I stopped to talk to him, he said he was lonely, he said everyone was walking by him. I naively stated they may be busy, he replied 'there should always be time for the residents'. My god, he is true, I know I try my best to make time, even smiling at people, holding their hand offers a glimpse of time, a glimpse of being involved in the world around them. I wrote this from the views in my grans psychiatric ward.
I sit in the shadows,
Steady streams of traffic rushing by.
A moment of recognition in the headlights,
The journey continues.