There is something about a silver lining to a cloud.
Or, looking at the geography of her mother’s cancer-
The swirls of pink cells like galaxies,
Keratin Pearls, I’ve learned, and suddenly,
We’re transported into outer space.
Slid right off the earth, now weightless.
I wonder whether it is ever appropriate
To be in awe of the unraveling.
Is there something so wrong, if I would like her to live—
But know that she won’t.
I asked a survivor the other day
When she knew she had beat it. She said
I’ll know I beat it when I die of something else.
Isn’t that the pearl of wisdom, I thought,
Isn’t that just spinning around and around in wisdom.