the walls nearby of buildings brightly painted
intentionally
azul splashed with blanco
unnoted by the visitors or staff because you see, the mobile miss much
but when Don Pedro de Peralta built this space for the hearts that fade he considered how a soul already
heavy with sickness might be uplifted if they could be reminded of a beautiful summer afternoon sky
souls that were mere wisps about to float away
slow and shallow breathing
until one day
it stops
and is replaced by another
another one near to the end of their days
the space between is spent propped up by pillows or positioned in wheelchairs while an outsider moves limbs
an attempt to keep blood flowing
an attempt to keep the corazon working
sunken eyes look through the outsiders
searching
too low to see clouds
spirit too weary to pretend to make shapes but the brightly colored walls of the nearby buildings they
remind and reassure
beauty can be found everywhere
even from within a room where people are placed to die
the key it seems is to both notice the beauty and then treasure it
