Where are you going?
I can feel the ground quake
Like the rumble of three thousand water buffalo—
This flat pedal form affecting your gait.

But do not fret, dear patient,
Perhaps much to her dismay,
Fresh from overnight call,
Dr. Sam is on service today.

Director duties, four ORs, thirty clinic patients,
Attempting to improve patient care.
Like the tree in the forest,
Falling on ears that have long been deaf,
Despite her operations manager… thanks, Jeff.

In every step, those calcaneal aches,
The weight of the world, as she gently remakes

From the pitcher of her existence,
She pours every drop of her soul,
Her ferocity, ambition, knowledge, and love,
Flowing into every bowl.
I admire you,
I hope you like this poem, it took me a little while to mull.