I’ve been to and thru
hospital beds
and equipment since my
bout with cancer began.
I am taken,
perhaps smitten, with the
CAT scan.
It’s smooth round portal,
It’s calm grey interior
It’s quiet, but mighty energy.
A blinking of lights,
A quiet hum.
Your body and being
relax as you glide
back and forth
until it says you are released.
Then up you go
and about your business;
Intact, but scanned.
poems for friends 
“Smitten” Yes!
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Never been a Dan of CAT SCANS. particularly the noises. However they do Help us live a bit better.
Will look At a CAT scan in A Different Way Harry!
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Loving your recent poems. Great to have your thoughts on this journey you–and we–are on.
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Thanks Caroline!
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An ekphrastic poem to a piece of medical machinery? Brilliant! I love the understated feel juxtaposed with being smitten
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