Decay
The day I found out cancer was back
POETRY
Ned Abenroth
6/20/20241 min read
Decay
The day the
call came that would
change everything, I went
walking...and
everything
did in fact
shift.
Sometimes the unanticipated tincture of
mortality is the only balm
brash enough to heal a
deeper blindness
Outside the world greeted me
with an indifferent beauty, brilliant and severe,
an aliveness only known to
intimates of decay.
A growing ache of
recognition
long forgotten wisdoms
buried in bones
remembered
"This is the way of things"
nurse log whispered,
"My body given for seedlings."
Rotting Coho feeds her eggs, her
Ancestors' bodies swept up
roots now waving leaves
cooling waters of
grave and womb alike
This is the way of things.
This is the way of things.
No great loss to fall apart, to die
So a Greater Life may flourish.
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