Oh, I coughed
Oh, I coughed. Twice. As you do. Need a drink of water. (So do you.) I wonder whether I'm anxious. I can't tell. Oh. I sneezed when I woke up. I always do. I do it well. Was it different? Was it deadly? I can't tell. Oh. You need me. You're lonely. You're stuck. I can tell. Dare I meet you? Where to meet you? Are you well? Oh, I see you with your mask on. Will I greet you or repel? But I need you and I trust you. All is well. ~ Rachel McAlpine Photo of autumn flowers: an imitation wild-flower field in the Botanical Gardens.
Wow, when I say instant I mean instant: I wrote this poem straight on to the screen changing barely a word. It took about ten minutes. And it is a poem, albeit super-simple. (So many full stops: they tell their own story.) Maybe tomorrow I’ll be mildly embarrassed by it. But now I dare to share.
It’s a good day when a poem writes itself. Don’t you agree? I think it’s obvious that when I cough (because my throat is dry) my first response is not to ignore it or have a drink of water. Instead I leap to the catastrophe all around us: omicron. You may be over it but here in New Zealand we are just getting acquainted.
My friend and I met at the Botanical Gardens and I don’t think either of us coughed once.
Photo of autumn flowers: an imitation wild-flower field in the Botanical Gardens.Follow Write Into Life