Road Race
I could sit zazen
With a clear and empty mind
Focused repose from the
Busyness of the world
Instead I strapped into my
Porsche roll cage
Cocoon and fired up
Its raspy sound
On the track the other
Cars within inches
At the very limits of adhesion
There was no room for error
And no room for random thought
It becomes Zen no mind
It is active meditation
And the road race
Nothing more
Then an idea
LOVE
“It’s cancer
And it’s really bad”
That was the
Explosive remark
From the Doctor
With no bedside manner
Then came the
Whirlwind of activity
The tsunami of
Information and
Choices to make
About who, what
When, where and why
Finally decisions
And a path forward
And hope for a longer
Life and more years
Of joy
Every day was full
Of intimacy
And more than
Anything cancer
Then became a journey
About love.
