Enchanted

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A story lives in the shape of things

words in the walls

left unspoken or unheard.

A memory in the feel of the air

blowing through time

trapped in a trinket or touch.

A heart holds tight with a tear or a smile

enchanted

in the wisps and wonder

of lover speak.

 

New Mexico 8/2014

nights

_MG_0321I don’t know in the night

about corner edges and how they hurt

about who is in charge of my broken heart

breath so loud with fear

and yet no voice

tears fall fast and never seen

the space divorced from eastern light

I don’t know in the night

about me, about hope

Regarding death….

The personal threat of death looms heavy.

The air we breathe seems thick with risk. 

As a physician, I live quite cautiously – very aware of biology and consequence.

At the same time I live blindly in service to a call.

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So regarding my death,

I am aware of treasured moments and hope 

yet also the horror of being very alone in fear…

today that will be enough.