Chemotherapy Lament

A blank canvas

Bare, prepared, awaiting -

The brush of the Master

I sit, transfixed

Fifth Chemotherapy

Drained spirits,

Causing me to alternate between

The present and the sub-future

Out of body experience

Reminding me of the fragility

And fickleness of

The nervous system...awry

The digestive system...askew

The circulatory system...aberrant

The nurse digs deeply for her remedy

Psychological...physiological thriller

Threatens;

Visit from friend cheers me

She shares her heart

Massages mine

Soothes my soul

We laugh; we cry; we contemplate our existence

Goodnight sweet Jesus.

The Master signs His painting

Precious; loved.