A call across the ocean
unmuffled by the waves
a bridge at midnight reaches
to the other in the light of day
Her voice like a joyful sparrow
although her winter’s just come
the spattering of a snowy rain
obstructing half the sun
Sadness stained on white pillows
Black feathers reach for prayer
One lies weak in a tiny bed
the other’s in a doctor’s chair
rest.
holistic.
stage 1.
lumpectomy.
worry.
alkaline.
hiding.
mastectomy.
is it an
Uncontrollable
Monster?
is it a
Passing Storm?
she bathes in blue waters
moves golden light within
hears whispers, wild and knowing
from the Colorado Mountains
Prayers and knots in her belly
the other wakes with sweat
Monday waiting
Tuesday cries
days built on prayer and unrest
when did the word lump become poison?
a lump of sugar tells all
evil and white, seductive demon
feeding the winter through fall
a plane crosses the ocean
and
Mother and daughter embrace
the bridge built in the darkness
holds light on Hope’s young face
Two women eat in the kitchen
the birds and cats don’t answer
the Mother smiles and cries from joy
with Love, she’ll cure her cancer.
Wells Street Journal 