cancer

May 20, 2008 - 17:45 PM PST
"death, in any guise, once it is taken out of the abstract and applied to oneself - my death, my life - is at once an immediate spur in the side of the slow and plodding steed of thought." ~csr 6/4/2007

now the gallop
and biting wind --
a graceful, grateful letting go
and unremittant gath'ring in.

between the supposed recovery and hospice there is a common ground.
the weight of bones and muscles, rigid, falling softly down.
there is a corner, crux, a joint where truth and self will meet.
the final resting lulling sound, so tremulous and sweet.
a finger's width, a breath's slow length, between that place and now.
i would that i could usher you, that i could tell you how
to find or live within it.

but i am simply your friend,
without the power to delay.
i cannot abate the familiar pair,
cancer and death,
who hold the power, strength, determination,
blight, regret and lasting sway.

cancer

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May 21, 2008 - 05:50 AM

Edmonds2007 on
I found this very touching.