Tenderly, the psychotherapist said, "You're okay."
The girl never returned.
The termination summary read,
"Measurable progress not made."
Time continued as it does, folding
on itself, happening at once,
unseen, invisible illusion.
Years later, the girl called.
"Your words instigated my leap,
quantum but magnum in force
creating health. Now I'm okay."
Progress was unrecorded.
Chaz at Dverse Poets has challenged us to write about something scientific. This is the best I can do, based on my resistance to purely behavioral methods as a therapist.
I'm also submitting to G- Man for Friday Flash 55.