Every Morning

Johanna Shapiro, PhD

Every morning when I wake up
there is that moment
when I do not remember that
I have cancer
Every morning for one precious eye-blink
my life is ordinary
Every morning brings a small space,
the slightest hiccup of a pause
in which I believe completely and unquestioningly
in my wholeness
Every morning for the space of a breath
I am reunited with those who live
in the kingdom of the well
Every morning I linger for that moment,
only a moment, in the joy of oblivion
Every morning I touch the shore of before
before I enter the world of after
Every morning, for that one infinite instant,
I am not damaged, not broken
I am that vanished self