"The Library"
somewhere,
in the depths
of the ship,
the clinician
suggested sleep.
in the middle
of the room
a boat, no oars
the crystalline walls
exposed to the indigo
vastness
outside slips in
enveloped in a
blanket of stars
cosmic sparkling
floating without gravity
like a feather
the patient it would seem
swims like a fish towards
the inner capsule
hypnotised by
the sound of light waves
it is here one departs dock
one travels
a strange place
where only one book
matters.
the lucid reveals.
the story unravels.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
for Al Weinstock 1939 - 2017
I’m here sitting Shiva again
For a good man who’s long been my friend,
And I’m sure you’ll agree
If you knew him like me,
That it really was sad at the end.
But that ending’s not what stands tall
When reflecting, considering all
Of the things we loved most
About which we’ll boast,
When his name comes up that we’ll recall.
What a wonderful colleague you’ll say
As you warmly remember the way
He handled each case
With a kindness and grace,
That made peoples’ fears fall away.
As a family man you will agree
His commitment was something to see,
His children just loved him
Grand children adored him,
He was a role model to me.
So I'm here sitting Shiva again,
For a true "mensch" right up to the end
A fantastic clinician,
And gift to us all,
And that is the message I send.
His pinched up nostrils,
His bat-ears,
He is hard to hear,
His eyes stare----
--With vacant expression----
And mouth open,
With protruding incisors,
His saliva dribbles.
Clinician! Can you offer diagnosis?
No? Oh! It's Enlarged Adenoids!