for two and a half days
a perfect view of pine and sky
now into the third day
spent mostly in bed
ouch has become
an accessory to moving
realized not much
rhymes with ibuprofen
thankful I’m not usually
the rhyming sort
quit counting ceiling cracks
it’ll fall when it falls
still manage to be enchanted
by the junco in the locust leaves
the crows peered in
from the power line once
come out, come out,
two-legs with treats!
the dogs hang back
to keep pace with me
blessings walk with four legs
and have wagging wails
they still stare,
with park in their eyes
three flights of stairs
are suddenly epic
cue internal applause
when I reach the bottom/top
wonder if Hercules
needed analgesics
back to bed again
same damn pine and sky
© Sarah Whiteley
No worries – I am slowly improving. And the dogs have been lovely, though I can see they’re longing for their regular romp in the park. Poor things. I think we’ll all be happy when things get back to normal around here. In the meantime, thank goodness for plenty of books and streaming Netflix.
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