Medicine Man

The bottles, mottled glass and all remind you
of your own medicines, not all physical,
and the importance of taking them,
doing the work, pushing past what you are
when left your own devices.

It is not that you are not enough.
It is just that you want to be more,
and the path goes through the medicine.

About this poem.

A preaching to myself poem. A sliver of thoughts that came when I stumbled on this picture this morning. I love old bottles.

The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village.

Tom