Writing Your Way Through Cancer
Earth, wind, sky, clouds, rocks
Have me,
If you will.
This body — no longer young
Not quite old.
From the Earth we come, (capital E)
To the Earth we’ll return.
When Lynn Scozzari wrote the beginning lines of that poem, “The Offering,” in 2013, she was staring at a photo of a naked woman seated on a rock, her arms thrust open to a valley below. Scozzari herself was in a conference room of the cancer center at Scripps Green Hospital in La Jolla, Calif., seated at a table stocked with coffee and tissues.
