03 October 2010

living with cancer - poem

at a psychic crossroads

The temps are cooler and the sky gray
I wait for nothing
yet remain filled with anticipation

wondering about the geometry of pain
            and how that fills the area
            consigned to it

my brother, my dearest friend
            and his cousin
            cancer victims all
I track their symptoms
            and treatment progress
all hostages to uncertainty
            and exhaustion

for the time being
my workplace attentions are gone
the plights of the perpetually troubled
no longer are tied to my plights
and once uncoupled
            disconcertingly easy
            to step away from
            at last

Onward to Art
        and land use planning

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