Our lives outside Medicine can fortify and enrich us. We invite readers to submit their “extracurricular” creativity to decorate our scientific offerings.
Phil Cozzi is an award-winning physician-poet and this is his second submission to the AnnalsATS blog. You can read his first piece, Respecting Fredo, here.
A combined 188 years old, my father’s hands
Don’t work. He holds his fork too close
To the end, like a dart, and chases
An olive around his plate as it traverses
An oil slick shaped like South America.
Playful and stubborn, the green oval of stone and meat
Will not relent. When I make suggestion,
His sideways glance informs me both “Stay out of this,”
And “I’m having too much fun.” Two
Opponents, each thick-skinned, one on one
Ancient warriors in a mini porcelain coliseum
With survival at stake. I read of a man
Who traveled to every country on the planet
For the happiness of pursuit. This my father found
On a Wednesday night at Al’s Restaurant
On Cermak Road in Berwyn, Illinois.
Phillip J. Cozzi