While sick
Things seem
Different

My healthy mind
Is not awake
To impose
Its assumptions

My energy
Is focused
On surviving

In a moment
I forget my sickness
And see

A puddle
From the broken fridge
On the kitchen floor

Like
I was seeing a puddle
For the first time

I stood there
For as long
As my shaky legs
Would hold me

July 28, 2021 at 09:25AM