Lauren Camp on Time, Illness, and Tomas Tranströmer

One of my friends is wrestling a persistent cancer. I’ve been along the edges for a few years.
Visiting him the other day, I realized how time moves more slowly for certain people. How some people wait more. He told me that his life will be ongoing trips to chemo, then (hopefully) breaks in the chemo.
24 hours passed. I kept busy with a lot of things, and read the poem below. Something about it struck me hard. The stopping to meet whatever’s coming, and the way illness fits into each of our journeys these days, whether we’re on the train, or watching it.
Tomas Tranströmer

2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped

out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of light in a town,

flickering coldly at the horizon.

To read the rest, go to Lauren’s blog.

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I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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