poem

 Desert SilenceThe dead silence of the desertDraws us here for the serenityBut most cannot bear for longThis soundless deaf austeritySometimes it ’s so quietI start to hear thingsThat aren ’t really thereJust to fill in the voidBrain unable to weatherThe utter absconsion of soundFrom such vast desolationUnfurling to brown mountains In far off hazy distancesIt gets to be too muchI have to retreat From all the noiseAnd return to the benign Tumult of everyday life 8/7/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - August 7, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs