Circling
My mind circles and dives as I await the test.
Tomorrow looms, the date of the test.
I’ve cleaned my nest, done mindless chores,
trying not to concentrate on the test.
I knit and mend, as if my hands could forfend
a need to operate post-test.
But thoughts pierce the sultry, summer sky
to illuminate and equate the test
with dire news. I wish that I could wing it.
I wish I didn’t have to cultivate another test:
will I do my best to deal with fate?
With flying colors, Crane, you state that test.
by Barbara Lydecker Crane
Editor’s Note: This ghazal uses the repetitive form to highlight the obsessive worry we all feel when awaiting news of medical testing and possible illness. The emotional stress is haunting.
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