sick

i was sick
it started in my heart
and my head and spirit
and then became physically manifested
and spread throughout my body
with high temps and heavy coughs
and a pain so severe i could not be 
stirred for 10 whole days

i sat on the side of my bed and
passed my days staring at the doors
of my closet; in the background
a tv tale beat on i'd heard a million
times before and could use as white noise

in this respite i could focus only 
on my physical well being
and my two great loves came and visited me
brought flowers for my heart and spirit
brought medicine for my body
touched my body and spoke words
into the caverns of my ears
let it be known they cared for me
and i let it nourish me

and i rested
and i had to be patient
and i waited
and i recovered

this sickness and pain was not the end of me
and life has gone on
as ever--until it doesn't
and i am grateful
for the next wave
to be on it

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