when she discovered that
she had colon cancer
stage 2, she at first had
the usual denial,
"no this cannot be true
for i don't smoke
neither did i eat meat
i did not have
a stressful life" she says.
the discharges of blood
proves her otherwise
her loss of weight
and low red blood cell count
convince her
about this reality
" i accepted this
matter and i did not
want to do anything anymore" she resolves,
"anyway, i am already
68, and had my life
what is the use of
an extension" she continues
on her plate is the fried chicken
a slice of roasted pig,
for her desert a glass of ice cream
and leche flan
all that the doctor says
she must not eat
she eats them now
i guess, i know what she means.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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