
All Moving Forward in Time
It’s all moving forward in time All horses’ noses create the finish line Each flame tip tickles the underbelly of heaven Each …
If illness by Allah is science fact
then its cure is
science fiction by a mad
scientist we hope’s on the right track
his beakers abubble his machinery abuzz
the light in the air growing youthful
peach fuzz
a pasture of health in the distance
waiting for us
to arrive in one piece and
run on its grass
into the open space
of His Merciful Face
5/28/12 (from Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems, Cancer Treatment