To Recoup

(Wrote this piece while dreaming.
Seemed so real
But the tablet was in the Living Room.
Distant, resting.)

Flu bug badly
Aching stumbling
Muscle cramps
Balance bad.
Fell twice from
Lousy balance.

Body said, “get you down
In yo bed Brotha.
Flat horizontal.”
Fluffy comforter
Was just that.
Sleep was to be
Full day’ shift.
Dreams frequent, choppy.
Not even rolling
Side to side.


Hilary
In the other Room
With classic DVD’s.
Holding down the fort.
Cold Mountain, Charade
Fifth TV series, King of Kensington
Moby Dick. Gladiator.
Sounds of movies reminding
Others have adventure,
challenge, productivity.


But not this Guy.
Second day, much the same
Small food portions
Lots of fluids.
Supine, soporific, sweetly.

Body says, “thanks
For obeying; sleep was my Answer.”
Rainy day outside
But I have this comforter.
All is on the mend.