Unruffled Paramedic
on duty 24/7 inside us;
you who stays up all night
sipping karma like caffeine:
Burst in
to this mother-of-all-domestic-disputes—
this restless, bruising blur
of believed-in thoughts
that fly
like badly aimed china.
Crouch down
by our sick-humored soul,
playing possum—
flattened by the punch of time.
Peel back
the embarrassing morgue cloth–
the drape of ashen civility
that only accentuates
the rise and fall
of our panting,
Golden Retriever heart.
Then whisper
in your menacingly tender way
the Hippocratic oath
that vowed our body
into being—
those heartbreaking words that never fail
to lift us up,
rush us in
like the Red Cross
to that steaming, twisted field—
a thriving, indigenous culture
of no-self
buried in the quake
of 10,000 situations.
