I seldom notice when a headache ends.
It’s not so much relief as memory
forestalled; my situation recommends
another subject then. Antipathy
commands I sense annoyances and threat –
no satisfaction builds a stronger urge.
But goodness I am likely to forget
(I fail to note a graceful traffic merge).
Today I stretch with ease and lift this pen,
recording restful sleep and absent pain.
Wisteria is budding once again;
there wasn’t any wait for bus or train.
I’m sitting on the best seat, next to you,
minutely self-aware, and grateful too.