One.
The number of beginnings,
of single paths and sleepless nights.
Facts unfurl in whispered meanings,
Anatomy beneath exam lights.
Enzymes dance, receptors call,
First victories feel ten feet tall.
One book, one goal, one endless dawn,
To prove the healer has begun.
Two.
Now doubled are the steps you take,
White coats pressed, your knowledge wakes.
From theory’s shore to patient’s bed,
Each word once read becomes what’s said.
You listen twice, your questions grow,
A second pulse in all you know.
Between the pages and the rounds,
Wisdom deepens, life resounds.
Three.
Completion hums in steady tone,
No longer novice, not alone.
Judgment sharpened, vision wide,
Two lives behind, the rest beside.
Now triple truths in rhythm blend:
To learn, to do, to comprehend.
The final step, yet not the end...
The healer’s path loops back again.
Davin Evanson MD is a resident physician in California
