sometimesihatemycat

A fog

Of should-have

And to-do

Rolling in

My body needed

Resting

But beware

Those rocky chores

Along the shore

Kept at bay

But waiting

Still piercing

With late

Morning’s clearing

-a.r.

~ by April on January 18, 2016.

Posted in Body, Humanity, Poetry
Tags: A cold, chores, Fog, Foggy, illness, Morning, Poetry, sick, Sleeping, Sleeping In