Began this morning with a dental appointment.
My last major dental interaction was when we were living in the UK, when I got a wisdom tooth pulled… which took all of thirty minutes. I’ve always had, as my last dentist called them, “boring horse teeth,” sturdy and dependable, with nothing much at all exciting going on with them, which is an unalloyed blessing. Today’s visit was mainly to remove a filling I got when I was ten, and replace it, because fillings do wear out. It was still a big pain though, mainly because my dentist has televisions at every chair. And in the waiting room. And possibly in the staff break room. Did I need to see Kelly Ripa or The View from every room? I don’t know how the receptionist and all the staff can stand it, but it’s for the convenience of the patients. Allegedly.
press MUTE
closed captioning scrolls
behind closed eyelids. Ignore
the whine of the drill –
outside, birds are singing.
across azure skies, clouds come.
Poetry Friday today is hosted by Robin Hood Black, she of the coolest name, at Life On the Deckle Edge. It’s the birthday of children’s lit poet Lee Bennett Hopkins – another cool name – and we wish this poet many happy returns of the day!
It’s Religion Radio at my dentist. I might prefer TV sets…
@MaryLee: Oh, WOE, I definitely would prefer Drew Carey to Phyllis Schlafly. If it was all talk and not music, I would have to mutiny.
This post made me wince, but you and Mary Lee are cracking me up.
Having good teeth is such a blessing! Luckily there are no TVs in my dentist’s office. But he has been known to sing “Secret Agent Man” to his patients at times . . . 🙂 The last line of your poem reminds me of Andi — those “clouds come.”
@Jama-j: I’d be shocked if our very formal Dr. Jeul starts singing… Although I would pay to see it!
(I was actually thinking of Andi!!)