Poetry and Movement

Lee (New Zealand)

[A creative poem]

I got growled at on placement - for creative (v brief) moments in my patient notes. My hidden gems, so few, so precious....pinged security alerts. My single word "storm" for a therapy intervention, thus then described, something close to - "4 point-kneeling on foam mat with perturbations, core strength and UL reliance" was taken down - too lateral! Too sentient.. It broke my neophyte physiotherapist heart. We had a wondrous hydrotherapy session today - good therapy, play and connection. Interwoven. Intermingled. Laughter and work - hard to separate.

Below is the writing (poem and movement) that arrived tonight from my quickened spirit and aching heart:

I see you
Not as a work in progress
Nor in outcome measures or angles
Or measures of your strength

I meet you
In the breaching whale moment
When the water crashes wide

I feel you
When you quieten and subdue
When the colours and textures
Run grey and dry
No!

I find you
In the soft in between
On the bridge,
We seek but have to hide

You teach me
All I need to know
How to move
And how to grow.