A good friend is currently in a place that is unenviable, having been diagnosed with a brain tumor and then a lung tumor. It seems that the lung tumor is, and the brain tumor might be treatable. Yesterday she had to give a speech to her Toastmaster group about Uncertainty. We were talking on the weekend about this and the fact that she had just received the copy of Busting the Bard that I sent, and I said I was always open to subjects for inspiration for sonnets. So she challenged me with her subject ‘Uncertainty’, and when a sonnet promptly fell out of the end of the pen, she found inspiration to include it in her speech.
We stagger on uncertainty’s straight path,
a hodge-podge mix of dust and stepping stones
that zigzag through our lives and cut a swath
of chaos, for we know not where it goes.
Between the forest of many different trees
that hang low branches that might offer fruit,
succulent nutrition or poison’s tease,
and grow so thick that we cannot see through
to surety. This path, these trees are set
and we must follow, gamble right and left
at forks, and clueless how to place the bet –
our lives – to flourish or to be bereft.
So flip the coin of vague uncertainty
the other side is possibility.
good luck to your friend – good for her for discussing her medical condiiton – would have loved to have heard her speech
Me too. But we can’t have everything!
Love this. So did my audience. Thank you, Jeni!