Medicine Man

"The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly." - Thoreau

Legs shackled.

Emotions spackled.

Wrist held by indignant handcuff.

Lost in a game of blind man's bluff.

Sweet, supple Lady Gardenia.

Heal me.

Don't plague me with delirious bubonic.

Spritz me with your supersonic tonic.

Washed ashore.

Not knowing where.

Doesn't matter.

We are there.

In holistic heaven.

Deserted isle.

Abandoned villa.

Drench me with your sarsaparilla ...

Author's Note

"In respect to religion and the healing art, all nations are still in a state of barbarism. In the most civilized countries the priest is still but a Powwow, and the physician a Great Medicine." - Thoreau