Step One – I am Mad
A poem that looks at the issue of medicating one’s brokenness. By the way I don’t smoke any more, but there are many other forms of medication. The picture is from Dylan Thomas’ Boathouse, another great self medicator. Gold and shadows and the force that drives the green fuse.
Step One—I Am Mad
I am mad
to stand outside
on cold mornings
and smoke crafty cigarettes.
Then to take
vitamins and little pearls
of garlic and cod-liver oil.
on a machine, or tramp
though the valley with my dogs.
blood pressure tablets,
feel the squeezing armband
of my systolic over diastolic,
and always the tension of my madness.
is the frontline
between my presence
or my disappearance from this world.
what would it be like to relax
and not hold the tension between the two?
mother and father,
harmful or healthy,
pressure and release.
left and right,
dark and light,
to wait for the reconciling third—
breathes over me
in moments of tranquility
without the need for nicotine.
be the road of returning sanity?
to pass through the aperture
of freedom to an unforced future.
no longer store all that anxiety
in my neglected body and then have to medicate it.
can breathe it all out in a moment of relief.
deepest breath will fill the lungs of my deepest me.
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