Self-Portrait in Color
This is me
I think,
my Russian ancestors were
traveling gypsies in radiant skirts.
Otherwise,
how could I explain my desire
for always laughing?
Yesterday,
I strolled the streets of Miami
in lilac suspenders,
red scarf, and scarlet beret.
Marcel Marceau,
that once celebrated Frenchman,
would approve my chalk-white face,
my cherry-red lips.
And suddenly,
a teenage girl sprang out at me,
"You are Mime!"
She shrieked with delight,
Excuse me,
"Are you a Mime?!"
She flung her right hand at me,
and there I saw them -
a five-dollar bill and two singles -
seven in total, crumpled
on her pink, sweaty palm.
I smiled sheepishly,
shaking my head in a
"Oh, No-no," universal motion.
Then,
thought to myself,
"Don't be silly,"
and took the money
as a bird would
peck at offered crumbs.
Yes, a Mime I am,
a clown,
a wandering minstrel.
Although,
my college diploma
would beg to differ,
stating that
I am an Emergency Doctor,
graduated from
the Medical School in Russia, in '83.
Trained in how our brain works,
skilled in bedside manners.
And, yet,
I found my MD job unfitting.
White is not my favorite color.
At the time,
in a healthcare setting,
it was all starchy white and
keep your emotions in check.
You'll get the picture.
So I had to search far and wide
for what was mine,
what was for me.
Like everyone else,
I had my highs and lows.
But I knew,
I'm the happiest
when I make other people happy.
I know
I made my husband happy
for our eighteen years of marriage.
Then I lost him to
Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy,
horrible illness.
We thought alike.
He too believed in joy
and was happy for me
when I
stumbled over
a clowning gig.
He knew me,
knew who I was,
while others rolled their eyes,
"You are an MD," they would say,
"Why wouldn't you want to be an MD?
"It's prestigious and is paid well."
They'd throw hands up in the air
indicating total insanity.
But to no avail.
And so now that I have been
a professional clown
for as long as I could remember,
I know - clowns are
very much like doctors.
They prevent illnesses.
They heal.
This is me and mine,
This is a job
that I could do well
and well into my nineties,
and it comes with
dazzling colors of joy,
laughter
and love.
About the Creator
Irina Patterson
M.D by education -- entertainer by trade. I try to entertain when I talk about anything serious. Consider subscribing to my stuff, I promise never to bore you.
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