Gratefully Ill
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The cough-spasms linger,
the illness lingers
and secretly I'm glad it lingers
because I need a parenthesis
to shield me from 'daily life',
which robs me of joy
and places the burden
of obligation upon my shoulders,
making it impossible
for me to look up or to skip lightly.
My mind googles incessantly
yet so far comes up with no plan
for meeting needs
without lowering the crushing burden.
I enjoy this parenthetical existence
as if floating on a cloud
or down a river upon a lotus—
princely in my bed,
at peace with all
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