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Poetry and Medicine
September 15, 2015


Author Affiliations
  • 1Newton, Massachusetts
JAMA. 2015;314(11):1181. doi:10.1001/jama.2015.4351

Where the rocks stir their shadows
with the sun and weave the light
on sandstone pinnacles and rising thermal winds
where ravens and turkey vultures glide
I will not walk again.
But having climbed and sat among them is enough.
They are pieces of my mind
forever there as long as I will be.
Bitterness, regret, “what if,” are gone.
I open to their absence as an old but fruiting vine
whose thorns embrace the tree
and call the hummingbird to feed.