Ode to My Hands

Izona Bock

The red fluid knows these walls better than I
They enter these gentle projections of my palms
Delivering their gifts of love
Without which blue, limp, coldness would reside
This change in energy becomes movement
Playing a piano, drawing, writing, exploring
And leaving the appearance of smooth, soft and lovable skin
Do you know that they are emotional orifices?
Places of storage
Places of relief
To a hungry child
A sad friend
They are the voice of the originator
Who has been and will be
'Til the end of my time
Listen to the originator
Listen to the originator.

Izona Bock

Year in Medical School: 3rd

Place of birth:
Rehoboth, Namibia

College: University of

Where you grew up:
Windhoek, Namibia

College Attended:
The College of Wooster

Major(s) in College: Biology, minor in Studio Art

Goals: To live life to the fullest.

Personal Philosophy on life and/or medicine: Too many to think of one!

Favorite quote: “Well behaved women seldom make history”
– Laurel Thatcher Ulrich