poem

 Silence of the WorldThe silence of the worldHas been winding throughMe fifty forlorn yearsIt senses it ’s halfway home.Midnight to the dark side of the moonA book half read in an empty roomI hope its passage has been okayNot dull or dispiritingThat I haven ’t wasted its timeWhen I make myself quietI can hear it pushing chairsAnd tables up against the walls As if it were clearing spaceFor a ceremony that starts After everyone has gone to bed I make myself wideOpen the windows and doorsThen get out of the way9/28/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - September 28, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs