END OF JUNE, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nature, so often fair,

Is rarely neat or just.

Yesterday nightfall came at noon,

Bringing a bombardment of hail

That smashed the blue roof

Of our beloved conservatory

Breaching the seal as rain

Streamed down the inside walls

Where our pictures hang.

And the day before,

In a clumsy moment,

I dropped the lap-top,

Smashing the flash pen

And losing thousands of words

Of unsaved creative data.

It seemed like a disaster

At the time, but not for long;

Then came the storm.

Nothing that can’t be fixed.

But today in the hospital,

Listening to the results of your biopsy,

Tears streamed down our faces

As the surgeon said she could fix you -

Almost certainly -

And as we walked down the hill

The sun shone suddenly

And brilliantly, in a travesty

Of pathetic fallacy.

 

(C. IGR 2012)

Lisa is fixed now. At only thirty-nine, she had seemed terribly young for this to happen - but at the hospital we were struck by the amount of even younger women there for the same treatment. Time for counting blessings...

Picture courtesy of Google Images.