Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Poetic Ramblings

This has been an artsy couple of weeks with plays in Spring Green and at the American Players Theater nearby. This week (on Wednesday) Sabine finally gets back to see her primary cancer doc, Dr Sheehan, after being passed to Dr Longo for the successful (I might add) stem cell transplant. Hallelujah!

Then next week we start the "buttonhole" process (establishing a fistual site in Sabine's arm to enable dialysis in a more aseptic way than the tunnel catheter we have used for nearly two years!). This will permit access for dialysis in Sabine's arm and enable her to engage in swimming and water sports which were prohibited by the tunnel catheter in her neck. We have a day surgery scheduled for the 5th of October.

And, oh yes, the Marriage Course (www.themarriagecourse.org) begins at New Heights Lutheran Church in Mazomanie on October 8th!

My hobby (I have finally realized) is writing poetry. Some of you have read some of it from time to time here on this blog.

Some events have happened which resulted in some wordsmithing: Sabine's temporary remission as a result of the stem cell transplant, a father and son dying nearby us, ruminating on past loves and losses with one of my daughters, and a bicycle ride discussion I had with my friend, Jeff, about "What's it like to be you?"

this interim time
sweet as summer squash
peaceful as an afternoon nap
i hold my breath
watching you sleep
about that cancer
it’s there
lying in wait
like a mugger
on a dark path
God, you know what
you have to do
smite it!
yes I said smite
smite those
evil mugger cells
like you smote
you can do it

two deaths you say?
so close together
down that
winding hill?
a father and son
same spot
weeks apart
an accident?
the father's
empty boots
along the road
his body
the trigger
and the toe
fall leaves
crimson red
as two souls
like evening mist
the creek
each other

to all i've loved
and loved
me back
thank you!
(i mean it)
you've taught
me much through
trial and error
my faults
hurts & pains
and yes grief
(let’s not forget
the grief)
oh yes
the loss
(we can't forget
the loss either)
thank you
your teaching has
not been lost
it's led
me to
a love that
truly passes
without you
all of this would
have been
old dogs
can learn

what's it like
to be you?
whew, you say
that’s heavy
yes, but what IS
it like to be you?
what makes you
how can i love you
if i don’t know
what it feels like
to be
think about it
i’m thinking about it
telling you
what’s it like
to be

Thanks for all you continued support and prayers!

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