POEM - Ode To My Scar

I do not remember the incision
that was scored in me like a line of string.
All I recall is the indecision,
the worry and the fist like tightening
of my faith in Justice and God's great plan.
Still, I have you, my little slip of friend,
Plum colored contrast of my skin's dark tan,
as pliant as chewed gum when I extend
my arm, my hip, my shoulder, or my side:
it grows and it shrinks to the weather's mood
like the wedding night smile of a bride
or a snake that wriggles in search of food.

I have no memory of the event -
Just Cancer's blanched ghost as it came and went.

M C Biegner
12/2005