Inaugural 2010 International Hippocrates Prize for Poetry and Medicine: Open International 1st Prize
Dear friend you enquire of Catullus and I answer
in my own voice, though the hand you see is another's.
Since the day I woke to a world of big things small
and the small large, reading, so also writing
have been beyond me. Numbers too, and maps –
the streets of my own town, the rooms of my own villa
confused. At home in my own head I've been lost!