by Jeffrey Millstein

The land of well 

Is where I owned my home yet 

I knew it bordered  

the land of illness  

which seemed so far away. 


People in the land of well sometimes 

got sick and then they healed, 

or they moved to 

the bordering town  

without saying goodbye. 


When my lump came, 

they cut it out then I took 

the elixir and the beam of light, 

thankful that I could remain on our side  

where I am safe. 


Free of disease, I now feel like 

a mere tenant in  

the land of well knowing 

the land of illness is 

only a cell mutation away.