You wake up rested,
Feeling pretty good,
And think, Really?
This is the body
That’s supposed to be
Dying?
Outside, clouds and moon,
Crickets chorusing
On a warm night breeze—
Pretty much the same
Pretty old nothing much
As ever,
And since you’re not
In pain right now,
Not hunched over
Sick on the toilet,
Not fetal in bed,
Not muzzy-headed
For the moment, it’s almost
Like you never were.
Admonish
Yourself to savor
The interlude,
The quiet pause
In the proceedings
That will resume soon—
Prolonged descent’s
A show in which
The intermission
Is the best part.
Tuesday, August 13, 2024
Intermission
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