Poem

Still LifeYou can be the guy who stares at the wallsLights dimmedCeiling fan spinsCounting down the visions of wrong decisionsWho cranks up the AC in summerWith a blanket wrapped around his shouldersLooks out the window and waits for the fallOrange leavesOranges in a bowlCezanne still lifeFrozen in timeUnmoved by pain or strifeThe only thing that changes is the lightWhich changes everythingMorning, noon and nightThe frosting of dustOn the domes of softening fruitYou can be the guy who waits for the shadowsTo wrap around the orbsDrag them into the pits of hellLike demonsThe guy who stares at the wallsAnd counts to himselfThe missed chances Fluttering lips1:16 pm, November 13thWon ’t come round againNot ineluctably like thisSpinning around this predictably elliptical pathNot like thisRight nowYou are the guy who is here for this11/16/19

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 15, 2019 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs