Tense audience members, in active learning auditorium classes,
all crammed together.
In the first few days there were times that I felt genuinely lost.
I wasn’t used to processing everything,
especially technical things, in French.
On day two, one guy, looking askance, said,
‘That was confusing, right?’ Which was a relief.
On day three, Charles, watching me via the rear-view mirror,
said, “Trust the process, kid-0.”
And eventually, around day four, I started to find my footing.
Shall we wax, free-versely, poetic?
Who has it worse than a physician?
There’s no sleeping in that business,
and the physician’s wisdom, press'd with caution, is seldom desired or given careful attention.
Surely, I’ve heard it reasoned, those who applaud pristine health are but abusing God's patience.
But what else remains, for learned men - the priesthood, with its beguiling, terrestrial proverbs?
That idea’s a purgative. And I am female.
Besides, they’ve erased much of the good will that came out of Nazareth.
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Songs for this
Welcome to the Jungle (808 Remix) by Freedom Dub
Easy Way Out (version française) by Mariama
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 09/15/15:
Askance = a side-glance of disapproval
*Charles, a 55-year-old 6'4" retired NYC cop, who's been my escort, driver, security and surrogate parent since I was 9 years old.
