Inklings and Glimpses
The inklings and glimpses that we get of the vast extravagant panorama The one or two trickles we see of the colossal waterfal…
We’re all sweat and boils
sweat and scabs
scraping with potsherds
The whole thing comes down
while irony and nonchalance
abound around us
The isolation spotlight
hits us hard
Rimbaud said “Patience is the key
to this savage sideshow”
God takes away everything
but Himself
And now standing face to Face
what do we say
Some say Job said “Enough!” But
it’s never enough
until it’s all gone
Our nothingness is the dust
that rises around us
I’m afraid to stand up
dizziness might knock me down
There’s no way
to say this
I must refuse my self
and look for Mercy
5/18/12 (from Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems, Cancer Treatment