Short-Field Take-Off
She told me not to change a thing for two weeks
Lest I come to think an apple once a day
Would touch the enormity of the foe I fought
In lifestyle change – and then
The enemy gain the upper hand
With cancer one time more.I harkened back to AA friends who laughed at selves
For prayers unanswered – querying why, to hear,
“You’re not disgusted enough with it yet.”And so I spent two weeks no change without
But massive change within as I faced up to lifestyle
I had lived which brought, in part, that polyp
To this sorry state and threatened now
To do it all again – if change I didn’t make.A tough two weeks, but what a gift to me –
That concept -- to hold back then search with
Freshened eyes the old, before I surged
Ahead to take some tiny step
So futile in the end.I think I’ll say such more to folks who seek
In me a way to get on with their lives.
Like taking off that day the flight-instructor held me to the trees then
Popped me up converting speed to lift –We cleared the trees just as before
But this time climbed and climbed some more
And settled we not back to the earth
Our lives he saved – like second birth.navigation