The Morning Before an Oncology Appointment

Chesterman Beach, West Coast of Vancouver Island, BC.

I'm meditating; a cold silent morning.

Franz Wright:

I love this

window

way in the back

in early gentian morning

down which light's long

labyrinthine whispers

reach my ear, I

would like to describe it to someone,

to myself, my blind companion—

Why did I turn to this

forsakenness again?

People say, "there's only the present moment," but I disagree. Eliot had it better; we want to know the origin from which everything takes coordinates, "The still point of the turning world... Where past and future are gathered."

Merging galaxies, James Webb Space Telescope

Today I will learn the results of my recent CT scan. The outcome can't affect how the light falls on the vase across the room.