Wayward

I’m taking stock right now of how I feel.
I try to do this every single day,
but I’m about to leave, and as I reel
among my body parts, I sense okay.
The pains of yesterday have gone away –
that tweak in upper back has disappeared.
My foot is well. All indications say
I’m good to go and happy to be weird.

(Huitain)

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