Frontier Living

Another day and another member of the tribe receives a bad diagnosis without warning.  This is when the entire earth begins to resemble a charnel house under the pale blue sky for an awning.

When the wheel turns

It’s time to be tested again

By illness and worry

Counting the t-cells and platelets

As love falls captive

To the pharmacological state

Mismanaged and uncertain

Living on the frontier

Where the broad sky

Opens to affliction and

Where death lurks

Like a scorpion in your boots

Or else in the top dresser drawer

Mixed with socks and undies

Every morning we must remember

To laugh and check carefully

Before pulling on our pants