The Mysterious Rx Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

My friend Ala requests me to help her fill a life-saving Rx prescription. She gives me an empty canister to which she scotch-tapes a hand-scribbled note. I saddle my motorcycle and speed down the hill where she told me the pharmacy is.

At the bottom of the block I circle over and again the triangular block made up of many buildings but can't find it. I stop to ask for directions and am directed to a distant mountain covered with extraordinarily tall pines.

Upon reaching the top I gaze down the other side where I was told the pharmacy is. I lean the motorcycle in the sharp bougainvillea bushes and start skiing downhill the pine-covered grounds on my bare feet.

Reaching very high speeds I slalom towards the flats of the foothill. Reaching the bottom I realize how dumb of me it was to leave the motorcycle behind now that I have much distance to cover to reach the town. That's when I remember I can levitate.

My travel is filled with obstacles and the pine branches interfere with my progression.
I weave between pushing them away to clear my path. I finally find the pharmacy and hand over the canister to the pharmacist.

To my dismay she cannot read the scribbles on the prescription.