Cases within cases for a long overdue trip to Oregon!
It feels so good to see the mountains again,
rather like coming home.
Just down the street,
along the path,
on the other side of the park –
My boy loves to bake
and so it seems that I live in a bakery.
Where you, cancer, copy furiously,
I fumblingly create.
You can not uncreate me.
I learned of this poetry chapbook when I heard Jonathan Rogers interview Katy Bowser Hutson in the first episode of his new podcast The Habit: Conversations With Writers About Writing. Her words resonated with some of my own experiences with trauma and so I went looking for her book, Now I Lay Me Down To Fight. I wanted to see for myself what she had made from the place of vulnerability that is cancer in her body. She writes in the intro: “There is a magic, a medicine to putting words to terrible things. I wrote through all of it: to face fear, to say it out loud, to pray, to fling it all away from me.”
Out of terrible things, she has made art. A gorgeous handhold for the journey.
My boy has a green thumb
and I have lettuce outside my kitchen door.
Fire smoke hangs heavy these days
obscuring the views
and matching my mood.
I complain about this front yard tree much more than it deserves,