Back Again
Maybe it was too much biochemistry and oncology, cynicism, deaths,
After the from Ireland nuns and brothers, daily Mass and Communion,
walking out into agnostic keep-going-anyhowness until my mind started
relooking at gall bladders and life-seeds falling into uterine fields,
another and another and another birth, surrounded by my own births and
a year up in the Atacama Desert in Chile where I could read a newspaper
by million-strong starlight, however, whoever, rain-snow storms of
impossibles never leaving me alone until the cancer came back and
suddenly the Bless-Me’s came back again, just before almost-sleep,
during the miracle sun, trees, grouse, cranes, toenails, Notre Dame,
miracle twenty-fours.