I thought the fasting rule meant no caffeine;
I spent my first three hours coffee-less.
I walked in January brown and green
and gave up blood and urine for some tests.

It wasn’t all that difficult. No bad
occurred. The air was clean. I feel okay.
But now I’m home with fresh-made coffee, glad
to know the yuck’s behind me for today.

I’ve exercised and cleaned the house and me.
I get to stay an hour warm at home,
with solitaire, or reading history,
and shortly after I complete this poem,
I’m heading west by bus and train, to spend
the afternoon with my best toddler friend.