Jordan Scott Poetry
Mina
Your excited bark
invites me into the place of healing.
Your soulful eyes
warmly connect with mine.
My nose
welcomes the de-stressing aromas around the room.
Your tongue
does its job of healing the scarred salt wounds on my hand left by the world outside.
It eventually finds my face
after you leap gracefully into my lap.
How I’ve treasured this moment again for you
to set the right mood
before I share my worries, stresses and problems with your mother.
Know your brother sometimes runs in with
his high-pitched yips,
hoping to capture some of my attention.
You patiently wait for me to walk up the
stairs towards another unloading of my emotions.
As the session ends,
you stretch into a “downward facing dog” position.
This move encourages me to keep a centered mindset
as I begin to head back out into the world,
feeling a little more hopeful.
I lock eyes with yours one last time,
ensuring that I’ll be back again.
You truly can be a patient’s best friend.