Reading books and journals, charting treatment plans to help patients find an Eden of their own.
POETRY OF THE TIMES
Built from black walnut,
part Lazy Boy with red velvet
cushions smoothed by years
of friction and sweat, his name tag
glued to a runner, country auction
crowd joking the chair looked
perfect for a stoner. And after
all the Chippendales are sold
and loaded on vans, no one bids
against me for broken in comfort.
I raise my paddle and the gavel
drops for a two-dollar bill,
a seat too humble to join
the stainless steel and leather
Stressless chairs in my office,
but comfortable for my study,
where I’ve spent thirty years
rocking its heavy springs,
reading books and journals,
charting treatment plans to help
patients find an Eden of their own.
Dr Berlin has been writing a poem about his experience of being a doctor every month for the past 23 years in Psychiatric TimesTM in a column called “Poetry of the Times.” He is instructor in psychiatry, University of Massachusetts Medical School, Worcester, MA.❒