Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Lessons of May (Censored)

Black-throated Blue Warbler, Marshall Park, Dane Co, WI May2023

May, the month of hope and great anticipation
Rushing in like heroin filling my veins

or so it once was... 

the highs of mid-month
were supplanted 
by insult, abuse, and Death...

Birding among the masses
transformed beauty 
into a malignancy
the less-than-zero
Came barreling at me with its cancer

And when I turned to the 19th,
May brought more Death
crashing in on my dear Siobhan.
With Dee already gone
then there was one,
the Monkey in the middle 

I was looking toward June
for our reunion
which never arrived 
because Cancer got there first
But it did not steal 
My one last truth
because Siobhan
with her soft lips 
understood she was my dear love

And in the shadow of Cancer were cautionary tales of
places I never need to go again.
Whispers nudging me to change course

Alter focus.
Grieve for my fragmented collective memory
Redirect.

Join the butterflies dancing on the wing,
nectaring upon the spring ephemerals.
The orchid, Calypso, beckons me to play hide and seek
In and among her petioles 
to find the cover and solace I seek
and to never encounter the monster again








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