All part of the last 48 hours.
2 business meetings.
2 church services.
My son on his first major road trip.
Sipping coffee early in the morning with the woman I love.
The brakes went on the truck. It’s in the shop.
The month’s bills got paid.
Everyone in the house has a sore throat and feels like death
that no one bothered to warm over.
The cat slept on my chest last night,
valuing the warmth I was medicating away.
I am living on Doritos
because they are all I can taste.
All in the last 48 hours.
Somehow I started overwhelmed,
but tonight feel sick and sad and pummeled
and still somehow, strong.
About this poem
This actually started out as an essay, and as I cut and cut, edited and edited, I finally realized it’s really a poem.
No, I really don’t know what I am going to end up with when I start.
And that’s OK.