A DREAM BEING

She digs her weak hands

into the warm sand to reach

the cool dampness beneath.

For some minutes

she closes her eyes and breathes calmly,

feeling everything she can feel,

absorbing the melody hidden in life.

As the wind plays with her hair,

a million thoughts dart her mind:

she didn't want to think.

She was there to embrace that moment,

to be a dream being again.

Determined to pretend chemotherapy

was nothing but a simple word consigned to oblivion,

she opens her eyes, looking for shells and crabs

in the sand.

Her husband is right behind her.

( she knew what they have would outlive life)

Weird thing to realise love

when you are dying.

She observes the clouds formation,

feeling a tremendous gratitude holding her heart,

carrying her away to a different kind of paradise.

She doesn't know if she will ever come back

to that beach and see the seagulls one more time.

Tomorrow is only tomorrow.

But right now she is still here, struggling, challeging fate,

triumphing over what she can't control

and it is enough.

Karla Bardanza

For P.J

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011