Because we all want to write more poems.
flu
unable to sleep,
pain in my hip bones
pain in my back and neck
feverish, turning this way, that way
trying to find a position that doesn't hurt.
that was my night
and my morning
one tylenol later,
finally, I slept
four hours of blissful, dark abyss
no dreams or memories, no pain
just sleep
feeling my land-legs again
after my return from the sea of illness
I bless normalcy.
television, email, taking care of the dogs
and the child.
that was my afternoon
and my evening
now night comes again,
I am hungry, but weary
and cautious, still weak
as I get ready for sleep
I wonder,
when we are well --
how is it that we forget
how good it is
to be well?
- Jennifer Dixey's Shared Poems
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