Victory Lap
The punchy picture which I made pre-noon
The first for years brought satisfaction soon.
Then printed book – ‘Poetic Journey Through
This Cancer-land’ I looked with eyes anew.Soon first ten items had some sketches there
With notes about how concepts I might share
With photos new to go with poem’s words
So journey’s insights might be better heard.At first a way had opened up for me
To leave a trail to let some others see
How best to walk to death triumphantly
Then my reprieve obscured my way to see.But now this new development’s arisen
And threatens me – to slam me back in prison
I’ll not go there – that’s just futility
But photo-road, now that appeals to me.Art therapy – has shifted trauma left
From right-brain’s home – no longer feel bereft
Of loss enforced by silly folks before,
My life in Church – good-bye for evermore.For life’s too short to mess with trivial stuff
What lies ahead for me might be quite rough
But if while life and health holds up for me
I might lay out that path of victory.I might not win this battle physically
But that can’t stop my walk triumphantly
Like time thrown out unceremoniously
A victory lap round town was made by me.This cyclic round of loss appears to me
To be the shape of things, that’s what I see.
Though round it goes somewhat relentlessly
It merely drives my lap of victory.navigation