Tell you a story?
Okay, I will.
But no stars or bears or pincers.
No, rather a tale of rapid
silent, deep, unseen
unplugged deep inside
floating on a sea of resignation
chasing cars around my head.
The sea of resignation yields to
songs chanted in Elven tongues
soup lovingly ladled to dry lips
and a friend sticks closer than a
death on a tree
killing myself to
on the backside of death
I see the face of God.
There’s your story.
A year ago today I had surgery to remove a cancerous tumor from my small intestine that was causing me to bleed internally and was killing me. The surgery was the beginning of a path that would lead to twelve rounds of chemo, completed in October of 2012. I wanted to mark the day, and the journey, and had written something in prose, but it just wasn’t cutting it. Then I read the poem “demands” on a blog I recently began following – a poem demanding a story. Don’t know that this cuts it either, but it helped uncork the words and emotions better. Plus it was so much more fun. So here’s my poetic stone of remembrance, my ebenezer – and my appreciation and love to all who have stood in the gap for and with me this past year. Your love is far more potent than all the toxins that could ever be pumped into this or any system – and will remain with me long after the toxins have seeped out. I have no doubt about it – this is why I am still here.