poem

 Not QuiteEven in the shadow gray just before it rains There's always a small smile on your faceThinking how nice it will smellOnce the sun shines down againEven when you ’re all alone You always appear unperturbedKnowing how good it will feelTo be clutched again Or sitting Buddha likeOn the bottom of the poolChest burning and turning blueBursting with joyous desire just to breathe You wallow in filthKnowing how refreshingThat hot shower will feelWhen the grit and grime run offAnd after, shivering naked, Dripping tap tap on a tiled floorThere ’s a towel tumbling in the dryerThat will wrap so warm and softI ’d rather be there with youAlways on the vergeOf some small inevitable pleasure Here, I ’m held and warm and lovedBut it isn ’t quite the sameAs almost warm nearly caught and not quite alone 6/3/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 3, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs