The middle of her lower back is sore
from coughing hard or hoisting too much weight.
Her belly’s full of gas – but that and more
discomfort’s her dessert, the way she ate…
She’s made herself a promise overdue,
to take things easier and worry less.
She vows to concentrate on what is true
by jumping ten years forward to assess
through backward glance the sweetness of today,
before another decade stakes its claim.
She future leaps to turn the other way,
her vision stretched beyond the mirror’s frame.
Resolving so she rises from her bed,
and promptly stubs her toe and bangs her head.