• Joanna Seldon

  • That Would Be Scanned


    The year started with poetry.

    I scanned in whispers, catching

    The rhythms of Hardy, Larkin.

    Work out the beat; where lies the stress?

    Would it be out by a foot, would we find

    Curious aberrations to the rule?


    Next, I was taught to scan

    Documents and send them

    Winging through digital air.

    Mysterious message: picture and word.


    Now, I’m the thing that is scanned.

    My body the picture, mine the beat and the stress.

    Curious aberration to the rule?

    Ultrasound, CT, PET, Octreotide, MRI.


              That almost scans.