When life comes around

"That's how it is"
i say to myself
"That's how it is
when life
happens to you"

like in a roleplay
someone else's scene,
like a person
is telling you
"Your father died
this morning" or
"Your best friend
Steve's been killed
in Terrorist attack".

         But no, somebody
         is telling you
         you have cancer
         and your ears fail
         to hear the sentence.
         Somehow you're noticing
         The doctors clean
         white collar, safety tie
         and spectacles which
         really suit his face.
         Words drift in the air
         "refer you now
         to an oncologist"
         the nurse is looking
         at her feet
         No pictures on the walls
         "best possible outcome"
         and the doctor
         leaves the room.

The journey home
happens somehow.
Fleeting faces focus,
fruit sellers,
foul cigarette smell
and driving slowly
through a mist of
familiar places.
Arriving at life
happening to me.

        What goes around,
                     comes around.