What’s in my cancer journal?

By Pat Durmon

Ordinary things like a long slow hug
between two mountains leaning
on each other.  The flow of a brush
passing through a grandgirl’s hair.
Loud omissions.
Stars turning themselves on.
The pitter-patter of feminine feet
crossing a bridge in Little Rock where
a pink parade walked, laughed, celebrated.
A note about a dream where
I sat in a circle of October joy
listening to a yapping dog
and wheels turning into the gravel drive.
A crow strutting and flashing its head,
an actual conversation with little teasing,
grace before bread. M! October/November 2014