\"That\'s how it is\"
i say to myself
\"That\'s how it is
when life
happens to you\"
like in a roleplay
someone else\'s scene,
like a person
is telling you
\"Your father died
this morning\" or
\"Your best friend
Steve\'s been killed
in Terrorist attack\".
But no, somebody
is telling you
you have cancer
and your ears fail
to hear the sentence.
Somehow you\'re noticing
The doctors clean
white collar, safety tie
and spectacles which
really suit his face.
Words drift in the air
\"refer you now
to an oncologist\"
the nurse is looking
at her feet
No pictures on the walls
\"best possible outcome\"
and the doctor
leaves the room.
The journey home
happens somehow.
Fleeting faces focus,
fruit sellers,
foul cigarette smell
and driving slowly
through a mist of
familiar places.
Arriving at life
happening to me.
What goes around,
comes around.