My doctor, my new doctor, bless her soul
humbled was I at the waiting room door
New patient meets seasoned doctor, her role -
pick up where the other left off before
How does one cram 66 years into
one hour's exam...hope she won't retire soon.
The lump in my throat grew as loosened my shoe,
causing the slip on wet maple leaves strewn
Elbow and knees met the pebbled pavement;
sometimes life seems like being in a cartoon
I chose her to be my new confidante
She will soon learn that I'm a crazy loon
Doctor, oh, doctor, my story is long -
connections I have but no real roots yet
Tears welled up when I should have sung a song,
some saw my fall but right on by they sped
Disheveled with minor skin scrapes, I knew
a wrench had been cast into the feeling
of honeymoon new; always a good clue,
my smugness brought to an abrupt reeling
My doctor, wise doctor, listened and poked
"New to the island, I said"... understood.
Noticing my new woolen scarf was soaked,
she replied, "your blood pressure is quite good!"
I realized that, after a big move,
things have a way of catching up with you
Certain matters resurface I'm behooved
to believe, to remind us not all's new
"Come back in a month and we'll do blood work..
eat all your green veggies, buy better shoes"
she said, "follow the path that by some quirk,
brought you thus far. Keep the feet warm with socks, too."
Tony at dversepoets.com asks us to write an Ode..Neruda style...well his are sensual and beautiful and I am not in the frame of mind to attempt a similar one...therefore, something that happened the other day is what I wrote about..