How marvelous is your muddled mind as you glide past my office door talking gibberish after 5pm when most patients and doctors have gone home.
How wonderful are your words of politics and veganism strung together haphazardly into non-sensical sentences and questions for which you never stick around long enough to hear the answer.
How glorious is your gaze which looks downwards, sideways or beyond mine, never meeting my eyes, or looking quickly away when I attempt to glance in your direction.
The hearty hump upon your back fashioned by food choices that cannot support a steady spine, shines upward hailing the sun.
The mass of matted gray hair and endless beard the color of a speckled sparrow’s egg drift downward towards the earth in praise of gravity.
Your well worn white shirt welcomes its daily wear tucked into jeans that have the hue of air.
There is no one can fill the peaceful space with noise like you, confusing the straggler patients on their way out, wondering if they misheard your fanciful phrases, trying to sort out why you wring those huge and hard working hands and curious about those terrifically thick eye glasses that clearly show a different world than the rest of us see.
I hear you shuffling by as I type out words onto a screen which may make no more sense to you than you make to me.
Will you write down an insight or two on those scraps of paper I see you collecting from the recycling bin? Let me listen in on those vociferous voices with whom you converse? Show me a page of the book of foreign languages from which you read?
Or perhaps I’ll wait my turn for when time make tangles of the brain and conversation slips away like mercury through fingers.