“Other than your parents dying,
is there anything else bothering you?”
that’s what he said,
the man in the white coat
the one who had all the answers.
in his hands, he assured me i would be safe-
taken care of.
my rawness didn’t frighten him
just perplexed his well-schooled,
highly medica-lized agenda.
i mused on his question:
hmmm… other than the people
who conceived, birthed and raised me
leaving this earth– gee
let me think about that
i will ponder the battering of my guts
as i know you have a busy schedule
and it’s getting tighter
by the minute-
Okay- yeah! here’s one–
our planet’s growing disconnection
from each other
our cell phone- texting banality
of lol and RU- O.K.A.Y.
the constant overstimulation
of a world
that needs love so badly
it wails in anguished cries
Maybe we are all orphans
longing to sit on our mommies and daddy’s laps,
and feel once again
(if we ever did)
the great comfort and stability of
even you doctor…
do you need like the rest of us
soothing in your raw and fragile moments?
do you need to hear
everything’s going to be all right?
Maybe I should hold you…
maybe I should be the one to rock and comfort
maybe then you would release yourself from that uniform of white
and look out into the spacious unknown
and take in that long breath of remembrance-
from the days when you didn’t know
when eyeing the world was fresh and lovely and new
when you woke up one day and lost yourself in