Sputterpub's Blog

I took a 5 day break from exercise,
except for walks to market or the train.
My body said the respite would be wise,
and I have learned to listen. Its refrain
told me to rest – I slept an extra hour
every night – I sat around a lot.
Today I felt a renaissance of power –
I sought to relish every crunch and squat.

I’m feeling, too, a lighter attitude.
I’ve lately been too much with fear and death.
This morning’s focus looks on gratitude
for comfort, painless frame, renewing breath.
The future’s boding bleak, pre-scarred with grief.
Today my home and garden grant relief.

This week I’m sleeping soundly through the night.
I rise to see the toilet water’s clear!
It’s been at least two decades since that sight,
but lately I’m so weary that I’d fear
it as a symptom of morbidity,
except I have good reasons for fatigue –
my mother edges toward mortality,
while lies and virus hit us like blitzkrieg.

The world in which I grew has sorry-changed –
its every benefit is in decline.
The values valued young have been deranged;
I take to bracing nerves and resting spine.
But now I’ll stand and turn away from wreck,
to sweep two days of leaf fall off my deck.