Fig Trees

My mentor would hate this poem.

He doesnt like this sort of thing you see

Keep your head down

Do the surgery

Go home.

Live a life.

Leave.

Every man shall sit under his own vine

And fig tree

And no one shall make him afraid

My mentor has

A fig tree

Wisdom, its called

I think

Wisdom i dont have but wish

I did

Wisdom, perhaps i will

Acquire

Some day

If

Im not a fool

If

I learn from him

If

I pay attention

And stop needing

Attention

All the

Fucking

Time

If

If

If im brave enough to

Just cut and

Sew lines and

Save lives and 

Help and

Give and

Not need

Everybody

To 

Know

Wisdom.

He

my mentor

Is the greatest surgeon of our time.

Certainly of this generation

His hands

Dont

Move

Its Magic

To watch him 

But

Well

If you havent watched him in the OR

You would never know

Wisdom.

My mentor is

The greatest surgeon of our time.

Not flashy

Steady

Intentional in his life

In his research

Due ly diligent

Dualy in

his OR

Efficient

And

And he takes time

Precious time

Life-saving

Time

For me.

Invests in

His students

Invests in

Me.

So we must be important

Like his research

Like his

Surgery

He

Thinks we’ll

Save lives

Perhaps someday and gain wisdom

He’s

Planting fig trees

So he

at least

thinks

Theres hope for us after all.