In a fever dream you wonder
If you've written about this dream
Before. The air outside
Smells cool and healthy,
The air within an inch of you
Roasts and sickens.
You should write something
Cheerful to help you recover,
But you have no idea
Which cheerful thought
Or image might do the trick:
The cheeping siskins in the branches
Just outside your sickroom window,
Your toddler daughter hugging you,
"Hel-lo Papa, hel-lo Papa!"
The knowledge you are well-loved
Despite your myriad compounding flaws,
The wind still whispering "tomorrow"?