Like a Lion

This isn't the way I wanted to begin the new year. On New Years Eve Craig got the results of his biopsy. They only offer chemo. His timeline is layed out in months, not years. Right now, to look at him you'd never guess. He's tall, a little thin, hair returning from his last bout of chemo, his voice fully returned with energy for his music.
The past three years have been the most precious years of my life. Someone on the esophageal cancer mailing list recently wrote about cancer being a gift. Perhaps.
I know we've been less inclined to take things for granted. We've shared with an intensity that might not have otherwise have been. We've had time to let it penetrate, yet never fully accepted it. Now it hits hard and I want to be strong. The tears come at strange times and I feel as if I'm walking in a muddy swamp.

Footprints
squishing fingers through a
boggling mud bath of
implied clarity
dredging the
should, would, could
mirrored in cryonic memory
tracing the timeline of
bending spoons
while childish hands craft
our castles of sand

of clouds and rain
one more refain
lone whisper, no pain
board the passenger train posted by Cyndy | link | | |
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