SWITCH

http://switchclinic.ca/

As part of our class, Ryan posed us with the daunting task of completing an ethnography of Switch. There was no format, no suggestions... Just, 'go and be creative.' These are very scary words for med students I'll have you know - I wasn't aware my creative side of the brain was even still alive. Nevertheless, Sarah, Devin, and myself were able to create a poem describing our combined impressions and thoughts of Switch. Happy reading!

Welcome to Switch

after driving through the alphabets,
we walk up the shoveled path
to the building with no bars guarding the interior
-in contrast to many other shabby structures in the area

fluorescent lights compliment the bitter cold
push through to the world beyond the glass doors
take a seat, visit with friends, make yourself at home
everyone is welcome at switch

all ages gather in the waiting room,
with the news or music playing on the tv
-preventative posters featuring switch patrons
intermingle with first nations artwork

clientele come from all across the spectrum
the many layers of clothes can be tattered and dirty
some solemn and dejected, sitting with head hung low
others boisterous and lively, here to socialize

others yet still shaking from their last hit
(abundant track marks challenge my eyes)
“We are not in Kansas anymore.
Is there anything we can do?”

collaborating with partners and professionals from other colleges,
we share our stories with each other and the patrons
everyone is curious and friendly
-this is a safe and positive environment for all who visit

the language carries a trace of an accent
colloquial phrases are the norm
discussions of housing and food for the night
(much different than what you or I need worry about)

despite the cold reality outside
laughter still emanates in the waiting room
especially when the cart rolls out
bearing bannock and steamy mugs

for many, the purpose of the visit is to see what the kitchen has been up to
while some complain that they would rather have soup,
most are appreciative and send compliments to the chef
many even coming back for seconds or thirds

sadness for a moment flashes in us
poverty looks us in the eye as we hand out the food
at least tonight they will not go hungry
what tomorrow brings we do not know

(for after tonight, we go to our cozy beds
no need to search through a donation box.
sleep easy for tomorrow is not a concern
shower, dress, eat, go to school like any other day)

shift change!!
off to childcare we go
-not without slight apprehension
as we hear a crash outside the door

this world can be overwhelming
kids are running, laughing, and crying
innocence and joy bursts from the seams
as we struggle to contain the room

between wiping one runny nose after another,
castle destruction, spelling bees, and play-doh
we can’t help but wonder
what will these kids face in their future?

Welcome to Switch
-where the warmth of the people overcomes
the biting cold of old man winter
as people bravely trudge outside at shift’s close