(Poem 355 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

I didn’t expect to be heard,
for him to sit across from me
and create space for all my woes—
the back, the knees, the hips,
the medications, the liver problems,
the dreams of being a dancer again
someday if only the pain would permit…
nor expect him to examine
my movement, strength, balance,
coordination, and flexibility.

He was thorough and kind,
asked about my living situation,
support system, emotional health,
career, hobbies, and activity levels.

He made suggestions,
asked my opinion,
answered my questions,
and then we made a plan—
together.

@Home Studio – 355th poem of the year