Proprioception

Proprioception

Douglas Wyatt Anderson

What do you call this?
For I have forgotten its name
Come to think of it, I forget mine often as well
Placards of what’s what
fall right away like Romberg’s patients

My walk is unsteady
because nobody told my feet where they are
somewhere along the way I must have lost myelination on Ariadne’s thread
Because how do you call me?
Son? You must be kidding
Beloved? I know we are friends, but…
Ransomed? At what cost?
You, who brought order out of nothing,
please remind me where I am

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Douglas Wyatt Anderson
Poet & Medical Student

Wyatt is a novice poet, currently living and studying in Loma Linda, CA. He writes primarily on the intersections of theology, botany, and medicine.  

 Photography by Dima Solomin