Poetic Medicine Anthology

Poems written in our Poetic Medicine Workshops

Sauna

Sauna


The sauna.
Fire. Water. Stone. Air.
I see eyes peering at me
through the blast of furnace mist.
I look for my place
on the plain wood benches, 
eager to join the ranks of heat disciples.
Longing for the moment when churning elements
will clean this clogged and bilious brain.
Oozing neuron messages burnt up by birch wood flames.
Steaming empty cortex
breathes a sigh of silent clean relief.

04.18.2024

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