Poetry and Medicine The stranded mind scans the mastless sea waiting for the doctor to be free, and meanwhile wondering what white-coated sleight-of-hand revives the weak or bloated beyond that silent door? Footnotes 1 Article InformationCorresponding Author: Don Barkin, MA ().Conflict of Interest Disclosures: None reported. The nurse stands at the door and calls you to come in and wait some more, and you rise up behind her amorously like a swimmer carried out to sea.