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About being sick, in August, 1998.
my life
is at a standstill
at the point
of confrontation
with my mortality
something restful
about being sick
you need not worry
about the future
because there is none.
something awful
about being sick
people disconnect
precisely when
you wish they wouldn't
because you need them most.
I had always been thankful
for all the extraordinary days
that have come my way
but now
I am truly grateful
for each and every ordinary day
that somehow comes my way
Life On Hold
Living it
on a daily basis
desperately clinging
to the normalcy
of activities
sleep soundly
eat with relish
dress becomingly
walk
ride
work
market
wondering . . .
up to when
can I still do these
for myself
independently?
am not worried
about me
but am very worried
about the people
who are worried
about me
am fine, folks!
please don't worry!
i think
i am angry
at the forced
physical slowdown
and to compensate
i have mustered
mental speed up
because how come
the poems
pop right out
and the webpage ideas
come tumbling out
at all hours
of the day
and the night
it is almost amazing!
I have
an overflow of feelings
seeking expression
I need
to cry my heart out
I am so glad
you are home
for a little while
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