no past,
no future,
only sticky hot,
sometimes cold,
always chilled,
present.
constant companions:
fever
headache
cough.
the only thought:
the next tissue,
a sip of water,
meds.
recovery:
beyond the horizon
on an open sea.
state of mind:
am I rowing a boat,
or drifting with the current?
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Oh Larry, sounds like you are writing from your own experience! Hope you are better and not having any lingering symptoms.
Glad you are back. Enjoying your poetry, as always. Be well!
Feels like drifting to me. We are not in control!
Hope you are well and smiling once more. Considering how long we have lived with the anxiety about covid, the reality of it becomes a roller coaster ride through fear and disappointment (is that all there is?)
Was all quite nicely expressed. Thank you