Cleaned out my locker.
Turned in my pager.
Returned my 'resident physician' badge.
Gave back my white coat.
Got a fancy diploma.
Taught an intern how to manage and work up an acute splenic infarct.
Walked out of the hospital quietly...
Holding in my hands a miniature 'The Flash' doll--a treasured gift.
Thinking most of all...on how things end. How memories last forever.
Starkly reminded how the most meaningful part of all happened October 31, 2013-October 31, 2104, precisely.
Prayed to Him, 'take me to a place where doors are open, a lovely little place where no one is broken."
How I ended somewhere on 34th street, I don't know, but
Instead I ran 15 miles in Santa Monica; running as if fleeing from a ghost from Taiwan
Running--meditating in motion
Meditating on Neruda's Sonnet XVII, on why its true; why i still believe in it.