Where I’d like to live?
The question hovers my every move.
Being a soon to be physician,
Stepping into elite,
With promises of status, respect, stability,
And opportunity and choice.
It’s here where I trip, hiccup, sneeze.
I want to occupy the space
Where the colourful canvased creatures play.
In your joy as you bike downhill.
In the jet streams of nightly chase of bums before bed.
In the pleasures of garlic harvest, replenished.
Where hugs are plentiful, warm.
And hunger is questioned. Instead,
Pumpkin pie space is optimized with stomach massages.
And you becomes us in community.
And kids want even their toy robots,
To grow up healthy and strong.
A space where well being
Means questioning, experiencing,
Means being curious, friendly, open and honest.
It’s a feeling that freedom is within reach.
Where muscles move, hearts beat.
But mostly, it means feeling connected.
I know I haven’t mentioned a clinic or a hospital.
Of course, they are there.
And they are progressive, creative and warm.
They prize relationships,
Patients as people, not lungs, legs nor livers.
They are embedded,
In this place. This community.
Just like, I hope, my life.