heartland
dear future healer,
did you know that in ohio,
along the roads between roller coasters and a biodynamic farm
there lies
a landfill?
just over
poems
manual medicine
in the pale gray light of a foggy bright morning, the lights are off in a second floor exam room
no screens separate the healer
"their hands is their own"
dear future healer,
your hands are your own.
these tools
transmit all the energy within you
given freely by the Sun.
you hold it for
mend: n. repair, return to health, heal.
i was a broken person
just like all the other broken people
but now i am more.
i am a healer
no longer fearful of
permissive hypotension
now
it is time
to rest
and receive.
it is time
to be idle
and blessed.