IT WAS JUST A BLOOD DRAW

I walked out of the hospital

I had had a blood-draw

and would be having an on-line appointment

With my urologist on Monday

This would be a first for me

He was taught in Israel; was straight forward

And had a favorable personality

He has authored three books of essays which

Are very interesting. I would put him in the

well qualified category

He had checked my Prostate gland at an

earlier visit and said it was not smooth,

but enlarged; he indicated that I probably had

Cancer there, but not to worry, unless

It metastasized to another part of my body

I will die, he said, of normal things

That older people die of; we can’t live forever

I felt much better having heard that

On this Monday I will be talking to him

Meanwhile I thought about the weather

There was just a dribble of snow

The sky was gray; few birds visible

It is damp and bone chilling, but beautiful

I got into my car; had a few errands to run

I listened to Leonard Cohen singing

“Won’t you come to the window?

I’d like to read your palm”

I would like someone, a Gypsy, maybe

To read my palm, but in the meantime

I’ll keep my faith in God

I have opened up to His purpose for me;

Try to be ready should He call me

And that, my friends, cannot be all bad

Stanski

December 17, 2020 ^