This One is for You
Who would do that?
Well, I have to tell you
that my ophthalmologist
does it, but only because
we don’t just talk about eyes,
we talk poetry. I write the poems
he is the one who files them.
And, it goes like this.
For the past four years
he performs on me, a procedure
which is fodder for my pen.
The more remarkable moments
in the continuing course of injections.
Yes I said injections and they are to
the eyeballs (both of them.) Though
I have now had twenty eyeball
injections, on four of these occasions
I have written poems for his team.
It happened with the very first visit
and I thought that would be it. But
it intrigued, sometimes frightened,
me so that I continued to write about then.
Each one is different.
Things could not have been worse,
when on one occasion at that critical
moment of needle entry to eyeball
someone knocked the chair, Connie,
I wrote one for her to set her mind at rest.
It’s to the patients’ advantage to keep
the team cool and relaxed. If I can
do this so can you, is the approach
I take. And when they jab I have
already put my mind into the ancient
practice of ‘nothingness’. It works.
Two more poems have followed;
four for the team but this one is
for you because you asked me
to write a poem about something
I do again and again. So I started
afresh on the subject. This one is
for you about something I do again
and again. My ophthalmologist recently
said, “this is getting boring”. I think soon
he will try something new. Let’s hope
whatever it is it will be a once only thing.
Benita H. Kape © 20.4.2017
And finally, our final prompt – at least until next year! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.