I race through lines of shadowed trees

marking highway miles

Beams of sun flash inbetween

stains of light on dark

Never slow. Never stop.

Nothing stills the soul

A one-way movement through the day

as still the cancer grows

Nothing soothes the sting of flames

lining every breath

A daily journey–race it seems

through lines of shadowed trees

Another lightning in-between the patient-doctor space-

Data-speak and comfort lines

my very human face

reflecting life as memories

shadows close the day.

Photo by Trevor Cole