Being Sick

To weather being

sick is like running

headfirst through

hours, not minding

(in fact desiring)

the waste of time

as you lift and kick

your toes upturned

to stomp down stalks

of knee-high grass

ahead, not minding

your step like you

would normally,

anxious to get

to the other side

without getting

any more bugs

on you than

you have to.