Writing on value-based medicine
reading about your values about your mountains your life
your new life
listening to the same and the same song
looking for that touching thing daily
reminding me of what he said
in a winter hour maybe the same as tonight
that when we are writing with gerund
it is like things facts
people
do not come from the past nor continue in the future
they remain perpetually in themselves,
like a childhood of whatever it was
with parents of whoever they were
with grandparents always perfect,
perpetually in themselves
with the time of their love in itself forever
like within an almond of heart

and this is the ninth poem for you