Foggy
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.
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