Poem

BreatheBetween cases I looked out the great highway-facing windowsTo the see my swaying grasses againIn the swale by the overpass.But there was a stillness instead.The wind had died.The world was out of breath.All this churn and struggle,The constant motion to and fro.Lone leafless tree erupting from the ground like a clawClutching the exceptional nothingness.You want to fill its branches with blossoms and nests.I position a mirror before my face to see it fogI check to see if my chest still rises and falls.It rises and falls,Yes, it rises and falls.11/18/19

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 17, 2019 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs