She’s standing underneath her morning shower,
the heat so good she cannot get her fill,
and it requires force of willful power
to turn that water off and face the chill.
So she imagines coziness of socks,
a hooded sweatshirt, easy-fitting jeans,
selecting shoes designed to cushion shocks,
and walking into Sunday winter scenes.

And even though she knows her state of mind
is indicating worse than sick fatigue,
she can’t help using Sunday to unwind
and so enlists a head cold as colleague
in her conspiracy to get some rest
and cultivate an attitude less stressed.