The Physician Poet

October 23rd, 2018 Fall Falls When you object objects And present presents It is like When Autumn leaves leaves For oblivious Appreciative Entitled Passersby Leaving its branches Empty and dry Sap sucked from its marrow Parched and brittle Devoid of color Devoid of life A barren land An empty well Like a tool that is rusty from Overuse Overwork Lack of regular greasing Like a flame that Could light candles But is instead entirely Snubbed out The alerts alert The burn burns The ache aches The cycle cycles But it is not too late Until it is too late Be still and listen. Experience experience. And the answer will answer

October 4th, 2018 The Hole I found myself in a hole again Surrounded by curious company this time: A perfectionist A people-pleaser A scientist An optimist Not the sort of folk I had expected to see here The perfectionist desired the best hole The prettiest hole The widest hole The deepest hole Our hole was not enough Others had holes more so than ours, didn't I know? The people-pleaser had been told to dig So dig she did Pleased with the comfort of direction The knowledge of acceptance The control of certainty The achievement of expectations The scientist cited logic and progress We must dig deeper into the whole Learn its ways, find out more about it Sacrifice for what it might teach us Holes are made for digging after all And we would get to the bottom of it The optimist reminded us all Never to give up It is always darkest before the dawn We needn't stop digging lest we stop just short of the gold Persistence, consistency, things aren&