She told me not to change a thing for two weeks
Lest I come to think an apple once a day
Would touch the enormity of the foe I fought
In lifestyle change – and then
The enemy gain the upper hand
With cancer one time more.
I harkened back to AA friends who laughed at selves
For prayers unanswered – querying why, to hear,
“You’re not disgusted enough with it yet.”
And so I spent two weeks no change without
But massive change within as I faced up to lifestyle
I had lived which brought, in part, that polyp
To this sorry state and threatened now
To do it all again – if change I didn’t make.
A tough two weeks, but what a gift to me –
That concept -- to hold back then search with
Freshened eyes the old, before I surged
Ahead to take some tiny step
So futile in the end.
I think I’ll say such more to folks who seek
In me a way to get on with their lives.
Like taking off that day the flight-instructor held me to the trees then
Popped me up converting speed to lift –
We cleared the trees just as before
But this time climbed and climbed some more
And settled we not back to the earth
Our lives he saved – like second birth.