–Richard M. Berlin
hair gone, my father
dead for half my life.
Patients I saved from suicide
lived until old age,
died from cancer instead!
Twenty years of hospital work.
Twenty years pruning apple trees
on the west flank of Cold Mountain.
Once they were sticks.
Now the branches bow with ripe fruit.
A faint wind stirs them.
I’ll share a bushel with the crows,
another with the worms!
(Excerpted and used with the permission of the author, published in The Country Doctor Revisited, KSU, 2010)
Dr. Berlin, a psychiatirst and poet whose poems we've shared in other blog entries, reflects on life's rhythms and transience mimicking the Chinese poet Han Shan. Han Shan referred to himself as Cold Mountain. Dr. Berlin lives on Cold Moutain. Han Shan was a cynic and a hermit who liked to poke fun at the self-importance of the other monks. Enjoy this brief reflection on all we try to do and hope to do as healers/physicians and what it all amounts too.