Hope

I am trying another Natalie Goldberg writing techique today. I am using the line "Hope creaking in my throat like a piece of rusting machinery" as the inspiration for a poem. This will be the first draft.

HOPE

Two years now
he has had prostate cancer.
The enemy within
lying in wait for the
kill.

Radiation therapy
test numbers not good
diagnosis
maybe two more years.
No giving up.
Still reaching for life.

 Prostate surgery
the possiblity the surgeon
got it all.
More pain and suffering
and loss of sleep.

He grows fragile
has an ethereal look
transcending the
indignity of diapers.

I dearly love my friend
but all that I can do
is watch and wait
Hope creaking in my
throat like a piece
of rusting
machinery.