Reaching the summit
Is pure exhilaration
I am still weary
From the journey to this point
But joy is what we all need
Reaching the summit
Is pure exhilaration
I am still weary
From the journey to this point
But joy is what we all need
On this day I pause
Reflecting on the past year
Sizing up the next
Planning for what is to come
And the world keeps on turning
Simple things matter
Uninterrupted silence
Communication
Colored pencils and warm socks
Wait, what was I doing now?
What odd sensations
My tongue feels false in my mouth
Metallic, slug-like
Fingers and toes feel blunted
As if stubbed repeatedly
I defy the thought
I chose to weather with you
Every season’s gift
Summer’s fruit, Autumn’s harvest,
And Winter’s delicate kiss.
Chemo brain is real
Second guessing every move
Doubting what you said
Or what your thought you had said
Or when you thought you said it.
A year of new things:
Today, I razored my head,
Cancer wanted it,
I said, “take it!” on my terms,
Battle lost but not the war!
One by one hair fell
slowly refilling the drain,
This- my new normal,
And just like global warming,
slow but inevitable.
Can you imagine
If we had experienced
This global crisis
Just ten years ago today?
Keep strong my friends and prevail!
Here on the West shores,
Where Pacific Ocean meets,
A Bay side City,
We shelter in place waiting,
Wishing walks in empty streets.