Jeff McCallum

Remission

The news?

The news is good!

Five years of quarterly examinations

and surgeries ruling my life as the moon

rules the waves;

crest and valley,

crest and valley,

swell after swell dwarfing the boat of me,

the constant crescendo exhausting.

Cancer looming and lurking,

glooming the day, haunting the night

as it toured my body,

spreading it’s blanket on the beach of my tranquility;

a trailer trash vacationer

leaving cans, bottles,

debris and dirty diapers

in all my secret places.

And now?

Now I will rest,

re-gather,

enjoy a breath or two of summit air,

clean up the place,

water the garden

return in six months to enjoy the view

or find something new

to whine about.