Run your finger down the bright slim spines
in our modern library of healing.
Tut tut: you are old, the young ones say. Apparently
our anatomy needs rearranging, our biochemistry updating,
and our physiology is simply inadequate.
Today’s bright new horizons beckon.
Seize your meteor from the current shower:
Functional medicine
Lifestyle medicine
Narrative medicine
All arch a veritable rainbow over the old landscape
of simply plodding on.
Grasp a parachute out of the burning machinery and endless grind
of industry. Exit a world
where the battle between outcome and Sandra stopping her statins
becomes an indignant red dot on your computer screen
refusing to be reasoned with.
Observe from the bunker of the hunkered down and consider.
Yes, friends, we are old. We need our rainbow.
We need our road to liberation
and a dusty amnesty. Let us follow this new star,
with our craft concealed in musty sleeves,
the lectures of years around our necks
for comfort. And you never know, they may not quite be gold, frankincense or myrrh
but I’ll wager this; they will come in handy one day.
For sure.
