A Thousand Not-Yets

When you’ve been blinded by the sun,
when three months of struggle have turned into eighteen,
one drug to second, to a third, to a fourth
and your monsters have not yet been defeated,
when your bones sprout blender knives that turn themselves on at will,

when spring rains never came, but fires did
and the earth is now not only parched,
but scorched,
when your skin has become equally parched and scorched
when your dear friend, too, has been blinded by the sun,
screamed a thousand not-yets,
and now lies awaiting her passage
What then?

You are wowed by the brilliancy and strength of those called to sit vigil.
You talk to friends who make you smile,
perhaps indulge in an afternoon G & T,
sleep when you hadn’t planned to
lie awake while others sleep.
You cry,
and hold each other close.
You wait.

For rain,
for thicker skin,
for joy,
for summer.sun2

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8 thoughts on “A Thousand Not-Yets

  1. You are remarkable!
    Not only that you have show such courage – but that you access that creative genie within yourself , and it so eloquently , so beautifully,, so deeply piecing the heart of the reader in the midst of your own struggle.
    You have been in my thoughts and prayers ( yes truly) a lot recently.
    Connie, you are loved &deeply appreciated.

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