
The four walls
The sickness
The ceiling
The fan
TV splattered with tulips
Body weak after a long weekend of writhing nauseous turmoil
Nothing around me felt clean
I washed. Scrubbed. Disinfected
Yet unclean it still felt
“It’s all in your mind” they shouted.
Indeed it was. Indeed it was.
Now I Wait for that time of energy, pump and pageantry. That time of laughter and sumptuous indulgence to return.
Oh what joy unspeakable and full of glory. Our Lord God remains in charge.