I struggle every day to remain well,
It's an obstacle course, of sorts,
Yesterday, I was ko'd, knocked out,
But before the count of 10 I was
Up again, fighting to recover my balance, my poise.
On my toes
I rose to the challenge.
Today, I Am fasting, the best detox I know,
Hoping I will recover, in time
To watch a film, have a meal,
Get up from my bed. Be well.
It's been like this since cancer struck.
Illness has liberated me from any vestiges of arrogance or pomposity
When I can walk, I look at people's
Faces and wonder what crosses
They themselves must carry.
The secret is to see myself as lucky
My family, poetry, music and study
All insulate me from the demons of despair
But, on wild nights or windy, I wonder
Where we'd be without this fall into mortality:
A pre-Lapsarian paradise where those we love will never die
As nightingales will, forever, sing
In their full-throated ease beneath the bluest
Of blue skies. Hello. Goodbye.