on the day
the doctor’s new companion
came to stay
there was a bustle and a flurry
to rearrange spacetime in a hurry
until the stage was set so they
could calmly put on a play
for the extended fam
before the four-week stay
then with a cherry cola
the very-nearly-doctor
ushered in the flow
of some great new work
with a shine and a glow
their heart and secrets
tucked away
if only for a day
for what we see
is what we know
and we may choose
what we show
all were in good cheer
as they walked past
a closet full of queer
for sometimes we tuck away
our nature and our way
from eyes whose judgements sway
with their not-so-queer compassion
for our own brand of fashion
the good doctor
let forth a giggle
and with a finger wiggle
pushed closed the door
packed ceiling to floor
when the queer tried to pop out
and cover the visitors
shoe to snout
at the center of the place
despite the rearranging race
stood a sacred table
from which aromas of drafting
were so amply wafting
the geometry of the scenes
and how the plot careens
remained on full display
a few fingers of green vines
reached out from their confines
in the pantry full of pagan
a hundred plants so green
an ardent herbalist’s dream
tucked away unseen
oh how they craved to come
back into the light
and so it came to pass
when all was tucked away
in the closet full of queer
and the pantry full of pagan
yet with drafts on full display
that the visitors were okay
on the visitation day
but when coast was clear
out popped the queer
out paraded the pagan
and again it felt like home
and still we hope for the day
in our own ways we pray
that soon we may
keep all we hold dear
out in the clear
and every day shall be
a judgement-free day
